Lock Down Blues

Mask, Surgical Mask, Virus, Protection


“Lock-down,” “Stay at home,” “Quarantine”

“Sheltering,” “Shielding,” “Know what I mean?”

“Observed,” “Practiced,” “Put into place”

“Flouted,” “Ignored,” or just “Disobeyed”

“Mask it,” “Visor it,” “Cover your face”

“Might as well be hooded –

Sent to that Gitmo place!”

“It’s all about health!” “It’s our freedoms – I say!”

“I wish that Covid would just go away!”



Sunday Writing Prompt – Lockdown


Sunshine Moments

Pretty Woman, Young, Female, Lifestyle, Healthy, Summer

Image by Jill Wellington from Pixabay 

When in the sunshine we emerge

From our pandemic slumber

To once again shoulder to shoulder

Each other’s burdens un-encumber

When socially we shall once again

Hug, Greet, Embrace

Such joy we will then have

With sunshine on our face





No Adventures Thus Required


closed red wooden door

Photo by Aachal on Unsplash

Sensible folk – stay at home

For dangers lay in the world abroad

Adventuring types oft – to their own homes bring

Unwanted visitors and maladies odd

We biggers should these truths have learned

From the wise halflings of the Shire

Maybe if we had so done

None of the current measures

Would we now require







Masks 2

Venice, Mask, Face, Carnevale, Festival, Venetian


What would those revelers of old Venice say

If they traveled those same streets and canals today?

Faces covered, but where is the satin?

Splendid visages gone – behind just a surgical pattern

Life they say – is entering a new norm

Shall it be bright or dreary –  which mask shall will be worn?







Of Gates Secure


A sign had been posted on the farm track, and a clear advert from the farmer’s union had appeared in the regional newspapers.  The message was clear, “Please don’t ramble or dog walk on our farms.”  The virus had created a grave social crisis, but even with others supposedly isolating, farmers needed to work in order to feed the nation.  What would happen to the food supply if farmers began to fall ill because of contaminated gates and stiles?

Yet, gates were being opened, and often not closed properly.  And every time a farm worker opened one, they had no way of knowing if it had been infected.  Evie Redding had had enough.  She tied a piece of pink cord onto her gates and used a baling knot that city folk couldn’t easily replicate.  It might not stop the ramblers, but at least she would know where they had been.


Crimson’s Creative Challenge #85

My World

Class, Classroom, Tables, Chairs, Empty

Image by Adam Vega from Pixabay


This isn’t my world

The world that I know

All dressed up (sort of)

And no place to go


I sit before a screen

Instead of a class

No face-to-face contact

Except through glass


This isn’t my world

The world that I know

All dressed up (sort of)

And no place to go


Tins and dried pasta

Are now my cuisine

Or I use different ingredients

Than the recipe magazine


This isn’t my world

The world that I know

All dressed up (sort of)

And no place to go




Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge“My world”

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Lesson Learned

Mask, Coronavirus, Quarantine, Virus, Epidemic, Disease


I have followed the blog of an amazing young woman named Caralyn ever since I began blogging myself.   In her latest post she asked a simple but important question – “What has this quarantine taught you?

I have learned that in the end it is tolerance and compassion that makes us the true survivors. We are touched by people who we haven’t heard from in years who send messages to just check that we are okay. It is the 99 year old veteran that walks around his garden to raise money for the doctors and nurses. It is the pastors who delivers groceries or prescriptions to the weakest of their flocks. It is our own ability to love and understand our friends and colleagues when they try to make a health issue a political one (on either side). It is when we stay in to protect the vulnerable, and yet will pray for those who flout restrictions, or hoard supplies, or even deny there is an issue at all. It is about “loving our neighbours.”



It’s said that in our world – isolation’s a fiction

For many the web and phones are an addiction

We are intertwined, interfaced, linked without restriction

But now we are shut in – who could have made that prediction?

For those ensconced together it can cause some friction

Especially when waiting for the bathroom or use of the kitchen

For them being isolated seems a contradiction




FOWC with Fandango — Fiction

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