Two Poems

By Bev Morris

Covid-19 Haiku Series

Part I: Locked-down in March

through my mean window
reminders of a bright world
we tarmacked over

Part II: Arrivals in April

the murder is in
session: black-hooded judges
call us to order

Part III: Blue in May

discarded blue glove,
your Personal Protective

Part IV: Journeys in June

bedroom, bathroom, hall
kitchen, living room, attic:
corona travels

Part V: Butterfly spotting in July

a battle-weary
Meadow Brown, torn and trembling.
Larva left in hope.

Part VI: Found in the future

it was not lost just
unfound in the slack space of
not remembering

Bev Morris: These were written as part of the FaceBook Haiku Group which offers solace and humour in this strange online world. On the days when my creativity was dulled by the rising death toll and my concentration was in tatters because of the digital onslaught of false information, I was able to calm my senses by writing a haiku. It felt manageable, achievable: a release. Each one reflects my observations in that month of the pandemic. There are still more to write…

Lockdown Love

I’ve got my life on inside out.
I’m visiting friends from my kitchen table.
I can’t hug them,
I can’t dance with them,
I can’t dry their tears.
I’m applauding masked heroes who never land a punch:
I’m staying home to win the war.
I’m listening to politicians because their words actually matter now.
I love you but
I can’t hold you in my arms,
I can’t smell your skin,
I can’t melt into you.
I’m saving the planet without going on any marches,
I’ve got all the time I need to write by book and yet…
I wear comfy clothes all day long but something still irritates me:
I’ve got grit in my slipper and I haven’t left the house.

Lockdown Love was written out of frustration that I couldn’t hug the people I love most and that there are some friends I will probably never be able to hug again.

Bev Morris COVID-19 Poetry

Initially a short story writer, Bev Morris has been a finalist in script and novel competitions and her inaugural poetry collection is in Rugged Rocks, Running Rascals.

Twitter – @MarvellousMinds
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3 years ago

Wonderful observations beautiful written. Loved the haiku poems as distilled what we’re going through.

Loved the idea of being irritated in comfy clothes, which sums up so much of my covid experiences.

Sarah Wragg
Sarah Wragg
3 years ago

By charting experience in the haiku format, we get a real sense of the disconnect of time, the shrinking world and the new normal of life saving litter – a bleak reminder that we will never learn.

Kat Armstrong
Kat Armstrong
3 years ago

These encapsulate the anger and frustration that so many of us have felt during the pandemic. Reading these poems brought back lockdown days when mentally we seemed to be bouncing off the walls. Like the battered Meadow Brown in ‘Butterfly Spotting in July,’ we’ve lost our lustre and optimism. Our primary feeling is often grief.

Poetry and Covid-19 ARCHIVE (This website archives the over 1000 poems submitted by over 600 poets, and viewed by over 100,000 from over 125 countries during the Covid-19 pandemic, June 2020-June 2021). Thank you to all who took part in the Poetry and Covid project.

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