Lockdown Moods

covid19, nature, Personal Reflection, poetry 1 Minute

Me & My Lid
On some days in my Lockdown exercise hour
the sun has poured its soothing ink 

quietly like warm milk between still trees
and the roads have lain empty as snakeskin

between closed houses. And even the birds
seemed awed by the largeness of silence.

But other days, the madding wind flips my lid 
and every oval offers up a yell or a ball or a frenzied 

skitter of yesterday's litter.  And I relish the life, 
the action, the noise. Even although the silence 

was as smooth as the white-bellied brittle gums, 
it was also eerie as though this virus is 

a muffle and our voices have turned inward  
trying to find our inner landscapes where the 

echoes are pleasing.  Are they ever pleasing?

Written for Sanaa’s “Dungeons & Derivatives” dVerse prompt.

I took this quote “The trees are mad silhouettes against the rouge pink sky; perhaps they too need emptying.” – A pocketful of maybes

And I used a derivative of the word Madding and the blockage is noise although I realize that I haven’t really emphasized that in the poem.

It’s belated because home learning depletes a brain already depleted by my treatment and writing during the week just seems impossible. Luckily today I had 2 hours at the hospital and was able to corral a few brain cells.

Published by abigfatcanofworms

We all walk in the dark. But if we hold hands, perhaps the dark won't be as scary.

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26 thoughts on “Lockdown Moods”

  1. Wow. You have summed up the vagaries of lockdown perfectly here. I live opposite a suburban footy oval. It has turned into a moody place. Often there is only one lone human and some little dog braving the wind, other times all I can hear is the constant pounding of footballs on the turf.

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      1. Who would have thought the local footy oval would ever become such a strange, haunted place!
        Here in regional Vic Lockdown 7 ends at midnight. Thanks goodness. This last one has been very strange. I kept getting lost in the emptiness. I hope you come out soon. Lockdowns are definitely not good for people.

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  2. I love the eruption of moods, esp the line ‘the madding wind flips my lid’; love also that haunting shadow which reminds me strangely of the outline of the French Lieutenant’s woman standing on the headland looking out to sea —

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  11. This is incredibly poignant! I especially resonate with; “Even although the silence was as smooth as the white-bellied brittle gums, it was also eerie as though this virus is a muffle and our voices have turned inward,”.. thank you so much for writing to the prompt 💝💝

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