During the second national lockdown in England last summer, we went for a walk along the Albert Docks in Liverpool. This place is usually a bustling place to eat with lots of fabulous restaurants. I also love to admire those historical buildings, especially looking at the Liver Birds on the Liver buildings.
During this walk, I felt a sadness and wrote a poem after; as it was so strange walking through a place in complete lockdown and watching others passing the time along empty streets with a very eerie feeling.
The bustle is back again, people are enjoying those meals while overlooking those fabulous buildings. Lets hope it stays that way!
Thank you for reading my post and hope ‘you’ have a beautiful day and be kind to yourself ❤
The following poem was the first poem I ever wrote, just after the first lockdown in England last year. I started writing to make sense of such a daunting situation. It was also the start of my beautiful journey with poetry and writing, which is very cathartic.
Most restrictions have been lifted today (19/07/21) in England and everyone is feeling mixed as cases still continue to rise. How are you feeling about it all at the moment? Its so normal if you’re feeling a mixture of emotions.
Thank you for reading, and hope you have a lovely day (sun is shining here in England 😎)
I wrote the following mindful/reflective poem using the writing prompt ‘tranquil paradise’! It was such a lovely prompt to work with: as it transported me right back to when my hubbie and I were on hols in my homeplace in Ireland with our girls. We would do nightly sunset walks along the beach – when our girls were tucked up in bed back in nana and grandads. The beach was a stone throw away and it was such a lovely evening ritual. I grew up in this place and now realise how much I took it for granted.
With lockdown we haven’t been back home since last summer. But we’ll be back again within the next few months (all going well 😉)
Atlantic Coast of Ireland and Those daily sunset walks – Shimmers on the salty sea Gold glistens as we talk A Gentle breeze grazing my cheeks, Sounds of swishing waves Tranquil paradise: I dip my Toes and splash away. Feathers float in setting skies Horizon mixed with glows On a shore where I grew up Such beauty as it shows Surfers surf in paradise like Dolphins play with waves Serene sunset, Atlantic Coast Sunset walks, those summer days
Have a lovely day and keep writing – it really is good for the soul 🙏💫!
I do enjoy learning about poetry – all about different styles, metaphors, alliteration and playing about with words – when you get the time to do so, that is! The following poems are rhyming couplets (first poem) and free verse (second poem).
I wrote these poems last year when ‘R numbers’ were part of daily stats and a term frequently used (still is as you know), and christmas bubbles/household mixing was discussed as the cases were creeping up, after yet another lockdown was being lifted prior to christmas.
Tensions are building as Covid prevails Wind slowly taken from all of our sails. Restrictions in place life changed as is Seen, In a world taken over by Covid-19.
Our leaders control, believing whats right In a battle where Covid keeps winning the Fight. The virus is here, of that we sure know Families apart – we wait for that glow.
Infections keep growing, R rate on the rise Tougher restrictions from medium to Highs. Economy bleeds, lockdown now a fact, Care staff overwhelmed to save many Lives.
Family and friends stay safe for each other We wait for that time to see one another, Be kind and stay safe as we cope with this Rain In a world where ‘hope’ will ease Covids Strain.
A Covid Christmas beckons, household Christmas Bubbles arranged. I think, how daunting, outlandish this situation is –
mixed messages thrown around, pass the parcel as Government dictates our festive period, a solution mix of three bubbles.
A joyous festive time tarnished by a silent venomous predator – sweeping through global darkness, yet sparks of light and hope arise as a vaccine is born.
Mankind, they battle a respiratory war, frontline staff gasping for air, putting up a fight – calamitous to humanity.
Christmas Bubbles, will this cause further cloud filled lockdowns, overwhelming phenomenal, depleted health staff? Inevitable.
Covid-19 prevails. Christmas Bubbles like never before, Twenty twenty – I’ll be glad to close your opaque door. I’ll be glad for the vaccine to soar.
Stay safe, keep writing and keep smiling! Hope is there and the light is waiting. Normality will return. You’ve got this ❤
So as the famous saying goes (no need to repeat it, as you know it quite well!!) I started saying it to my husband one day when this lockdown malarkey was losing its novelty. He quickly turned around, stopped me in my tracks, and as calm as you like said “bite the f*****s”😬🍋!! Well. It fairly brought me down from my unicorn clouds with a bang (will leave them to my two little girls)
Now, I’m not saying its a great motto to stick by. Sometimes ‘you’ just have to ‘bite’ those tangy, yellow oval fruits and see where those sour pulps and pips end up!
During Covid (I know) you find yourself at times giving the inspiration a little nudge and are like “pass me the gin”🍸. Lemons are great companions along with whatever tipple ‘you’ enjoy (In moderation, especially when you’re a mummy, otherwise, being Irish you’d drink the bottle).
Sometimes you just have to turn daunting situations into ‘humour’, to work through those sour pimpled bad boys. Until you work with them, slice them and put them into a glass of whatever gets you through those days, when all you want to do is have a good old cry and a gin..
Now, If anyone had told you this time last year that sticking a gigantic cotton bud up your nose, and swirling it around your tonsils was the new normal; you would’nt believe it and would’ve laughed it off! Well here I am, giving a detailed account through an instruction type poem of my experience (overall it wasnt that bad) of such a test. We all need a bit of lightheartedness right now!
Pilot Home Testing Kit
Covid-19 test arrives in the post.
Contents: Instructions pamphlet (here we go) DIY flat cardboard box the size of an Ipad. Small clear plastic bag and a slightly larger bio hazard bag (scary) Swab (a gigantic cotton bud, note to self – DO NOT insert into ear) Pretty lilac cap test tube with saline solution and barcode (so cute) Security label.
Test: I wash my hands thoroughly for 20 seconds as instructed. I unwrap and place the gigantic cotton bud swab into the back of my throat (thrilling) Rub each tonsil 5 times (as instructed, trying so hard not to gag of course). Best bit to come… I Place the gigantic cotton bud swab into nostril and twist while going as far up as I Can (lovely) Test over. Relief. I sneeze about twenty thousand times before washing my hands yet again!
Final part: Unscrew pretty lilac cap, place swab into tube with clear solution – while snapping end off (as instructed, just so you know) Place into clear plastic bag, seal, then place into scary bio hazard bag.
Register barcode online to register your name and details (why of course) Fiddle about assembling the small cardboard box while flustered/annoyed. Place bag with pretty lilac cap test tube, and swab into box (while flustered/annoyed after assembling). Attach security label and seal with a kiss (maybe not) Skip to the nearest priority post box, and post.
Two days later I receive a text: “Your test result is negative” (Woo hoo) “You did not have the virus when test was done” (oh ok) Pilot home testing kit complete. Great – I will not be included as a daily figure stat. I cough – Oh no…
(A mummy trying to stay sane during a global pandemic!)