Pandemic poetry @skylewriting: love, and love, and love

 

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Slowly, over the year, I have tried to collect voices from the pandemic.

The voices of all parts of it: from nurses to the elderly, from the survivors to those who died. Voices from those tormented by lockdown, and from those who feel the pandemic slowly changing the very essence of how they used to see their life.

Perhaps some of this change might be for the good, perhaps it can help us discard old patterns that kept us locked. But in the middle of it, it can feel like a sculptor is taking a chisel to you, slowly chipping away, inwards, while you are unable to stop the bites taken out of your life. 2020 feels like it is a year that has given us defensive wounds.

And some of us are finally realising how much more love there is in the world than we thought.

This poem below is about an old couple separated in quarantine – but still holding hands.

Sing for me

Corona

an old couple

in quarantine

each in a different place

holding trembling hands

over the telephone

whispering

about how they danced

those nights when they were young

You were so beautiful

in your red

dress

You were so handsome

in your

brand new suit

Don´t hang up on me

my love, sing

like you used to sing for me

                           – Daniel Skyle

Daniel Skyle

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