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POETRY IN THE PLAGUE YEAR
Poems written during the Coronavirus Outbreak 2020
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Liz Carew Cirencester, U.K.
Liz Carew comes from Scotland but now lives in
Gloucestershire. She has had poems published in various magazines
including Poetry Scotland and Graffiti and in anthologies
including A Poem for Europe, Hidden Voices. She has read her work
several times as part of the Gloucestershire Writers Network at the
Cheltenham Literature Festival.
Two Poems The Snood -
In Leicester
Poem written on 20th May 2020 The Snood
I liked it for its stylised flower heads in yellow, plum and dusky pink and for its tracery of tiny leaves along the edges: somewhere between an Orla Kiely print, a child’s sampler and a tapestry. I swithered about buying it, too early for the sale, too late in the season to get much wear this year. I never thought that, in a glorious May I’d be winding it around my neck, shrouding my face, burying my nose in it like a posy, a talisman against the plague.
Date Poem completed: 20th July 2020 In Leicester Does it
matter that I was there last summer; that we walked through early morning streets past the occasional half-timbered, medieval
building hidden in a plate-glass cityscape; that we waited among dusty graves for the heavy oak cathedral door to open? That we discovered it was the anniversary of the Battle of Bosworth Field, and that the stark, contemporary lines of King Richard’s tomb were softened by bouquets of white roses; that the guide pointed out the shiny black
plinth with its elegant lettering and the polished Swarfedale stone of the
sarcophagus incised with a simple cross? That in the Richard the Third Visitor Centre there were prayers and time for quiet
contemplation in the place where his body was discovered: the Blackfriars crypt glassed over; a sanctuary of mellow wood and chrome? Yes, it matters that I was there, in Leicester because today I can think of those I met: the cathedral guide, the friendly waitress the helpful assistant in the museum shop and those I didn’t meet, the workers in the sweatshops the whole city once more in lockdown.
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