An Ill Wind

Gold cherry

By MJG

Sat, 20 Jun 2020
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6 comments
 

 

 

It was an ill wind that blew us indoors,

interrupted, as spring turned to summer.

The season blooms through slow-motion downpours,

panic-buying and uncertain futures.

 

The last time I held you on that moorland,

set to walk out of my life, into yours.

Lay on sandwort’s star-shaped moss, unbuttoned

brown seeds loosened from capsules, released spores.

 

Now, drumming my fingers as rain babbles

on the straightjacket of these four closed walls,

two children and husband mix their quarrels,

from bird-twittering dawns until night falls.

 

I soothe the ache to leave right now, cloistered

in laundry and cooking, censored, shattered.

 

 

 

Certificate PG
Poem

Comments

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

Beautifully put - many of us will recognise these feelings - let's hope a blast of good fresh air blows us back out.

Submitted by MJG on

I thought it was a way of exploring confinement and the urge to escape.

 

Submitted by onemorething on

Some beautiful lines in this. 

'Lay on sandwort’s star-shaped moss, unbuttoned

brown seeds loosened from capsules, released spores.' 

I like the idea that we were all blown indoors on an ill wind. I have enjoyed getting back to a feeling of normality, coffee and work being my top two, but a sense of unease too at what we might lose, namely all the cars returning mostly at the moment. Anyway, this is beautifully written and enjoyed by me. Rachel :)

 

Submitted by MJG on

for reading and commenting, much appreciated. x

 

Submitted by airyfairy on

This beautiful and subtle poem is our Facebook and Twitter Pick of the Day!  Please do share/retweet if you enjoy it too. 

Picture:  Pixabay Creative Commons.

Submitted by MJG on

how lovely to receive a cherry and then pick of the day. It's made my day and finally the sun is shining again!!