The Size of a House
Our worlds have shrunk to the size of a house,
or upstairs flat with or without a garden.
We Creatives find things to do online.
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We write more stories, we create more poems.
Attend virtual workshops on subjects unknown.
Listen to artists play and sing, pretend
we are there having a drink, sharing what?
Friendship, which is more important than ever.
We are an island but neither man nor woman are.
Things need to change from the way they were before;
in that dog eat dog life we lived previously.
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We need Mother Nature, to help us stay focused
on the real and imagined news that abounds
to distract, frighten us and send us insane.
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Houses have been bottomed, cleaned to within
an inch of their lives. Cars clean and waxed,
stand pristine on drives. Gardens full of
green shoots, bulbs and rainbow coloured
flowers mirror the pictures of rainbows in windows.
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Cooking from fresh and frozen has made
a renaissance appearance as time lies heavy
on idle hands. Neighbours and friends rally round
the old and the vulnerable, keeping them
stocked up with groceries and toiletries.
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Dogs are walked as part of their owners’
permitted exercise. Medicines are delivered
by men in masks. We live in fear and trepidation.
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Still the stupid morons, hold house parties
and BBQs with 25 people or more. Spitting
at NHS workers and Police alike, kicking, biting
like things demented. You cannot legislate
for stupidity. The rest of us are obeying the new rules.
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Every Thursday at 8 pm we go to our windows
and balconies, come outside our houses to clap
and cheer, the thin blue line, NHS workers.
They are our soldiers on the frontline of a war
against an enemy unseen. A deadly virus,
Covid-19 creating a pandemic across the world.
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They die on the frontline, as the death rate rises.
In hospitals, care homes and in their own homes;
people are dying, very soon everyone will know
someone who has died. It makes it personal.
It brings it home to a world which has shrunk to
the size of your house, flat and garden.
©Carolyn Crossley -The Vixen of Verse, 2020.
