By Sarah Bennett-Green

I was witness to strange times.
When rain sliced through the heat of spring.

And did you hear?

Following moments of madness,
there arrived a brief tranquillity.

Permitting birds to soar
and exclaim their testimonies.

Blackbirds warned, the song thrush performed,
and the wren and robin rejoiced.

Then, as I sat under the silver birch,
came the silence.

Shaken only by the rustle of leaves.

At the age of 70 I obtained my MA in Creative Writing from Exeter University. As a young person, dance was my expression –  however, now I have discovered poetry!

I wrote this poem at the beginning of the first lockdown when we were experiencing the hot spring and violent rain storms.

We have a large garden in Devon, and the poem came to me while I was walking through it.  We live in a village in Mid-Devon on a busy High Street, and as there was no traffic, the silence was amazing and sitting under the willow tree was a beautiful experience – something positive in these awful times.

Writing poetry throughout the pandemic, has been/is a life-saver, I experience such positivity and it really helps with my confidence as I am a relative new comer to writing in this genre.

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Sven Kretzschmar
2 years ago

I really enjoy how you capture the peacefulness in just a few word there.

sarah Bennett-Green
sarah Bennett-Green
2 years ago

Thank you, Sven. It’s so good to get feedback.

John Bennett-Green
John Bennett-Green
2 years ago

What a wonderful poem, and one that has often made me cry.

sarah Bennett-Green
sarah Bennett-Green
2 years ago

Thank you, John.

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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