COVID Poetry by Siobhan Wall
Submitted By: Siobhan Wall
Under the Eyes- A Covid Poem
Under the eyes, a rivulet of sleep deprivation
but I was in bed all the time!
an exclamation is no exculpation
holding it up is
Then she hears the crows outside
Raucous corvids
Strong feet clawing
Cawing
are they laughing?
at me?
she wants their obliviousness
to peck at grass grubs
unaware
of what lingers in the air
mean (while)
murmur further
while they are seeking their precious antibody stuff; vax vax vax
then go to sleep
in a peptide stupor
Until it, (not that), and all of this
is over
© Siobhan Wall
3.8.20
My head is hot
My head is hot
(Not a hothead)
Hot hair
a growth of many months hangs round my neck
heavy hair
hauled-over culledness, pale colourification
Friendless
locks
down
fall
My thin white hair
fails
to rise
Siobhan’s poetry runs true to these uncertain times. Like a dream like state, but so very true in their telling. Thank you Siobhan. Wonderful poetry.