write-now

It's been seven weeks of lockdown and a series of poems is emerging as I take my solitary walks and ponder on the emptiness of human activity and the abundance of nature in these slowed-down times.

This is a poem I wrote today.

10.5.20

Off-limits

 

 

 

I shrug against the exposure of cold crossing the empty village green.

 

Night-fallen blossom litters the ground.

 

A hush of bluebells slopes behind the off-limits car park.

 

I follow the paths trodden by decades of dog walkers.

 

Silver-green sea-grass shifts in the off-shore breeze.

 

I catch sight of solitary walkers down on the distant crescent of sand, breathe in the rhythm of the incoming waves.

 

Bird-song fills the sun warmed sand-dune shrubbery.

 

A friendly dog nudges at my knees as if nothing has changed.

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