Pandemic Poetry: Poem of the Day, 11 April 2020

In for the long haul now, everyone!

This poem is long enough, I’ll type it out for you, since I’m not sure you can read it on the photo.

We’ve got the lockdown blues
The lockdown blues
Ain’t no point in even puttin’ on shoes.
Can’t go out,
Can’t stay in,
Tired of hangin’ out with your kin.
Don’t know the day,
Don’t know the hour.
When was the last time I bothered to shower?
We’re tired of devices,
Sick of our screens.
We’re all so bored
We’re moping like teens.
We’ve learnt to bake bread,
Knit and crochet.
A walk round the block
We do twice a day.
We’ve got the lockdown blues
The lockdown blues.
Ain’t no point in even puttin’ on shoes.

Pandemic Poetry: Poem of the Day, 9 April 2020

I was thinking last night, as my husband and daughter were playing ping pong on the dining table, that I am blessed to be in lockdown with those two. I wish our son were also with us; for all the stress of such close quarters, it’s lovely to have the excuse to spend time together.

I hope you are all staying safe and healthy and making the most of the difficult situations we’re all in. Kia kaha!

Pandemic Poetry: Poem of the day, 8 April 2020

It is heartening having a Prime Minister who is hard as nails, but compassionate and human. When asked if the Easter Bunny and the Tooth Fairy would still be working during lockdown, she made certain to reassure children they were essential services. She’s also provided Easter egg colouring sheets for kids to colour and put in their windows for a hands-off Easter egg hunt.

Pandemic Poetry: Poem of the Day, 5 April

I ran out of the building wrap we used for the shed today and had to switch to the wrap the builders left behind from the house. It’s lower quality, and unfortunately the printing shows through. So I’ll type out today’s poem, because it’s difficult to read in the photo. Might have to start using a double layer of wrap …

Our hand basin
Who art in the bathroom
Hallowed be thy name
Thy hand soap run,
Thy germs be gone
From hands and under fingernails.
Give us this day our daily scrub
And forgive us for hoarding hand sanitiser
As we forgive those who cleaned out the toilet paper
Lead us not to hoard wine,
But deliver us some nice fruits and vegetables
For thine is the germ-busting power of soap
For ever and ever.
Amen.