FebulousFebruary 2025: Lost and Found

Four seasons in Lockdown

Spring

Washed our hands and stayed inside

Appreciated spring blossom

Learnt the songs of garden birds

ditched bras and wore trackie bottoms

Our screens became gods and we drank martinis at Corona o’clock

Summer

In May and June we took the knee to show that Black Lives Matter

We recognised our privilege and 

lives that police had shattered

July and August brought the sun

And pub gardens welcomed us outside

Eating out didn’t help us out as we soon again had to hide

Autumn 

Lockdown pounds started taking their toil

I ran and nurtured the body 

I watched the leaves change colours 

and took photos of the sky

pink, orange and purple sunsets

Starling murmurations passing by

Winter

Darkness came and shit got real

No parties or big gatherings

We mostly saw our mates on screen

And missed our seasonal happenings

More people getting sick and dying

We all stay home and drink

await the weekly van from ASDA and the call to vaccinate

Kerry Mitchell (age 50’ish) Brighton