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POETRY IN THE PLAGUE YEAR

Poems written during the Coronavirus Outbreak 2020

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Hannah Stone 

Leeds, UK

 

Hannah has published four volumes of poetry, and works with composers and other poets in Leeds where she comperes the Leeds Lieder festival poets/composers forum and Nowt but Verse among other community events. 

Two poems - Our best friends  -   First Count

 

The poem was written in Leeds, West Yorkshire on 16th April 2020

 

Our best friends

 

In the fourth week of lockdown, suburban house pets came into their own, supplying the lexicon for vacuums left by absconding transparency and purpose. A ‘cat’ became a unit of time, measuring how long said creature’s occupation of your lap or laptop prevented human productivity. On Wednesday, I stayed in bed until second cat, reading a new volume of poetry. (Duvet days are SO pre-CV19). The exeat provided by ‘taking the dog for a walk’ acquired a value akin to currency, coins having rusted through lack of handling, and contact-less payments, frankly, debased as a cliché. It is rumoured that dog-walking may soon be floated on the stock-exchange. Even mythical creatures like the Easter Bunny and the tooth-fairy grew a new gravitas, thanks to that brilliant female leader of a smallish island who designated them as key workers. I am sure fish in bowls, and small mammals in cages also contribute to our new terminology. Forgive me for being slow in learning their language, but I have a cat on my lap, and Duo-lingo has got stuck on teaching me the Welsh for ‘The border is now closed. Come back later. Diolch.’   

 

 

25th April 2020

First Count

 

First comes the Apgar score. Then SATS, UCAS rating maybe. In time you acquire an interest rate on your debt of mortgage, according to whether you are social group A, B, C1 etc. PINS for bank accounts. Passport number. Yesterday the death toll from the virus was 778 (excluding statistics from care homes and the community). The widow could not know if the one man she had spent sixty years of her life with was included in these figures as he was frail before Covid 19 took control of his airway, yet he died in hospital. We count as a blessing that she was able to spend three hours with him in the night before his final breath. At 8pm each Thursday, we clap for our carers and hold to account each of the 323 Tory MPs who voted against pay increases for nurses, who are now numbered among the public servants we value so much. Now excuse me, I must go and count how many toilet rolls I have left in the stash.