Mar. 16, 2020

Covid-19, Coronavirus

Early days of school closure. My “seomra” is my new classroom. I’ve been opted out of travelling to Manchester for the rest of the term. So all seven of us are at home group distancing. Still in a whirl at the speed of it all.

I am in awe of all the front line healthcare staff around the world who are working to keep us safe and care for us when we are not. They have my gratitude, support and respect.

There is plenty to keep us all busy and I still have a full programme of writing and reading to get through. It feels a bit surreal though and not a little disconcerting.

I have decided that this is a time for lighter to downright bad poetry to keep us amused and occupied. Here is my first venture.

I wish everyone who reads this to be safe and well with good support to help when needed.

Latest comments

25.11 | 22:15

Grief is experience through the mundane. Simple but powerful. The accompanying image really compliments the poem.

07.11 | 11:14

Hi Peter,

A great observation! Social media can be a scary place... I also need to reduce my time there



06.11 | 16:24

A great one, Peter, in the context you describe. I don't read social media myself, I doubt my equilibrium could stand it. 'The balance of his mind disturbed' yes, I think it would be.

06.11 | 15:59

Yes, gossip is a weapon of mass destruction.

In my business as well as personal life I have zero tolerance.

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