Out Loud
(Coronavirus Social Distancing)

I sit here on my own;
Rain runs down the windowpane.
Ideas for poetry Iāve none,
Nor any buried deep inside my brain.
Sun hides patiently
Behind a shroud of dark-grey cloud;
The sound of deathly silence
Makes me want to scream out loud.
How long must I remain inside?
That question whizzes round my head.
The answer is, if I go out, I might
Contract Coronavirus and, sadly,
Rueing my decision end up dead!
I go into the kitchen; make a mug of tea,
Before switching on the radio and listening
To the latest news update from the BBC.
āāCovid19 is spreading; deaths are on an
Upward curve, the Prime Minister advising
āKeep your nerve! Donāt go out this
Weekend! Stay inside, unlike those idiots
Whoāve ignored all my advice and diedāā
I sit here on my own;
Rain runs down the windowpane.
Ideas for poetry Iād none
But many bristle now inside my brain.
Sun hesitantly
Taking a peep through the shroud of cloud;
To the sound of āIdiot Wind'
āTurn it down!ā wife screams out loud.
@ rowland paul hillĀ 5 April 2020 Ā v3
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