Friday 27 March 2020

Whatsapp during Lockdown

Since Rosy joined the Whatsapp group…

There have been alerts about thousands of euro
Flying out of customers’ accounts, mostly Danske customers,
But maybe you too…

Preventative cures for Covid 19: like lemon in hot water
Imbibed in the evening with a teaspoon of baking powder…

Images of a Scarlett O’Hara eat-your-heart-out ball gown replete with petticoat hoop-
The latest seasonal-social-distancing outfit from Amazon…

O Corona sung to the tune of Rodgers’ and Hammerstein’s Oklahoma

Bored lockdown victim cutting the grass with scissors (I do that anyway betimes)…

Dog on strike in protest on top of kitchen cupboard
Refusing to go for yet another inessential outing…

A hundred admonitions to stay safe, wash hands, cough/sneeze into tissue,
Keep two metres apart…

Rotterdam’s Philharmonic Orchestra performing
separately-together from different locations…

Good jokes, bad jokes, wine jokes
Did I tell you the one about….

Eight Things Happy People Do…

A clip from the Bee Gees video Stayin’ Alive…

And a quote from Seamus Heaney:

“if we winter this one out
we can summer anywhere”

Thanks Rosy!!

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Wednesday 25 March 2020

Covid in the Park

Ribbons flutter on the path up ahead. Another doomed tree?
Or a wishing-tree, a fairy-tree, a rag-tree?
Repository of our prayers, our requests for intervention,
for blessing in these new Covid days?

Pink and striped, the ribbons look like crystal sugar sticks
Their hydraulic action excavating and demolishing milk teeth
Souvenir rock wrapped in plastic that creaks and cracks and cuts like glass
I smell salt on the air, hear the flow and backflow of waves shingling across stone

But these are Exercise Stations, not trees,
Their candy-striped-pink supplications
Asking you not to embrace
Warning you not to engage

Reminding you that taste and touch
Can be fatal these days.

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Tuesday 24 March 2020

For Eoin

We didn’t candle-bless your birthday this month
And Mother’s Day has slipped-by unkissed and unhugged

And no-one’s buying Easter eggs. And when I see them there
Stocked and shelved in empty aisles I think of you-

Giant Dairy Milk panic-bought early, and often
At half price after the event. And you
Cracking eggs well into the summer

And this year you ask has Easter been cancelled?
And where are we on the graph?
And can we flatten out the curve?
And when will it peak?

And when can you come home?

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