Creations

Lockdown Travel Diary, Poetry

#42

The colour run
Of the rainbows
Does not dampen
The adoration
For the sacrificing
Front line
So we stop for them
Momentarily
Not only when
The well meaning
Have prescribed we do
But between
Unpacking the shopping
Or drying our hair
A trickle of a thought
Enters that any one
Of us could be struck
Down as easily as a knat
By a raindrop
Lockdown Travel Diary, Poetry

#41

When the rain arrives
We cross the road
Without looking
Lock a glance into
Wrinkled eyes that
Peep out from behind
Spectacles
Over masks
Under hoods
With scarves which spill
Down to hands 
Encased in reused 
Latex-free sagging gloves
Clutching shopping
On the way back from
A leg ulcer redressing


The lower deck of the bus
Is for them 
And remains
Unchanged
But upstairs is emptied


Of the midday gin can drinker
Goading her despairing
Children just to make 
Her mate laugh 
They claim she took their
Chocolate buttons
No they are not here today
They are behind a door
Behind a door
A door