Alison Chisholm examines a poem written as the early days of lockdown unfolded last year
LOCKDOWN
Like a black swan amongst the white
Its darkness screams against the light But soon we shall extinguish its evil glare For we have sadly put it there.
Our lives were fast; our love a sham Peace at last; no need to cram We are, at last, beginning to care Not just to stand and stare.
We are making room for all Mankind Despite our fears, you too shall find That the good will invariably win For we cannot and never will give in.
Here I sit in my house all day Thinking of words - what can I say?
Lockdown - it’s not going fast Going out is now a thing of the past.
The NHS on my TV today These are angels That’s all I can say.
Helping the Country get back on its feet Saving lives is no mean feat.
The politicians are doing their best
This is indeed a very big test Encouraging the Country to make it their quest Standing together to help the rest.
This is a disease we cannot see It is a killer The World will agree The fight is hard and we are green But soon we WILL beat Covid Nineteen.