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POETRY IN THE PLAGUE YEAR
Poems written during the Coronavirus Outbreak 2020
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Polly Giantonio Tunbridge, Vermont USA Polly Giantonio's poems have appeared in The
Mountain Troubadour, The Wisconsin Review, The Café Review, the
Aurorean, Seeding the Snow and is forthcoming in The Dawntreader. An
interview with Herb Leibowitz, editor and publisher of Parnassus: Poetry
in Review appeared in the July/August 2007 issue of Poets & Writers. An
interview with Joseph Chilton Pearce, appeared in Lilipoh, Winter 2004
and Spring 2005. Polly completed her MFA in writing, has taught at local
universities, and has mentored students of all ages in a volunteer
capacity. She has developed and co-facilitated workshops on creativity
and writing. Poem written in early May 2020 Lockdown day 35 red walls surround me, angles blur inside
shadows pictures like kaleidoscope frames travel through my head, rain drops patter dadadadada - gray hallows each day together bluebirds and hummingbirds arrived at their feeders yesterday as though nothing has changed bed covers, pillows piled as if I wrestled Lord Voldemort, a bureau drawer partly open t-shirt half out, yoga bra, leggings, socks,
jeans fall over a faded blanket on its stand magnolia blossoms unfold into stars a Milky Way of pink in the midst of empty maples a card opened with a note half written - mandolin strings dance through Vivaldi's
concerto like a stream fresh from winter thaw - a scent of lilac drifts in between drizzle and
rain as if to wake and lift each item unruffled and weightless into the air emotions swell-collapse like COVID patients in
hospitals - today I'll pretend I'm going out to meet a
friend a lace blouse, my mother's pearl earrings,
bracelets and a necklace (a gift) are my props coffee beans, ground and brewed penetrate the kitchen with rich aroma independent of Lockdown or mood under-eye concealer tones down the dark as I bend over a dandelion my breasts hang like a daffodil head lowered by a Spring snow and I yank each weed from the perennial bed
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