Bards in LockdownStephen Hobbs – 7th Bard of Stony Stratford
Slowly unnoticed along the hedgerows
Slowly, unnoticed along the hedgerows
its fingers plucking at our busy lives
it creeps in slyly; but we’re distracted
to find ourselves the prey on which it thrives.
So, fearful of ourselves we walk apart,
growing cold with fear in a warming world;
a predator who feels the need to pray
whilst a glorious new spring is unfurled.
And then something else: unexpectedly
a “Good Morning” or a “Good Afternoon”,
as we discover old kindnesses and
expectations to see our loved ones soon.
And now it’s here: birdsong and butterflies,
and though we fear our future is unknown
this regeneration calls out to us,
reminding us that we are not alone.