While being on lockdown in these tough times I have written this poem in the French Rondeau style.
I have added another more light hearted poem that I wrote at the start of the panic buying.
Through The Windowpane
Through the windowpane, to my world outside
While the virus roams, I must stay inside.
My grandkids put their fingers to the pane
But not allowed to enter my domain.
I hope it’s soon that we can turn the tide.
I see them in the garden side by side
Behind the glass my tears I try to hide
To not hold them, is driving me insane
Through the windowpane.
I have to put my selfish thoughts aside
The window is my physical divide.
If I can just stay strong and fight the pain
I know one day we’ll cuddle once again
The world will come out the other side.
Through the windowpane
To Buy Or Not To Buy
All this panic buying
Are you joining in the race?
Just like that age old saying
Cut off your nose to spite your face.
The adrenalin is pumping
I am running with the sheep.
Like the game show on the telly
Called supermarket sweep.
What is it with the toilet rolls?
It really is a farce
I have nothing for my dinner
But I now can clean my a**e.
I’ve a trolley full of kettle crisps
And pot noodles by the score.
I’m going to go and load the car
And then go back for more.
What will I go for this time?
It’s going to my head.
I only came into the shop
To buy a loaf of bread.
I have to stop this buying
Before it gets to late
I think the best thing I can do
Is go self-isolate.
Charlie Halliday (author) from Scotland on April 03, 2020:
Thank you Brenda. Yes technology makes a big difference. Just had a video call from them.
BRENDA ARLEDGE from Washington Court House on April 02, 2020:
I imagine it is hard to watch through the window, but at least you can see they are doing well and happy.
And with all the technology it is just simply not the same.
Charlie Halliday (author) from Scotland on March 29, 2020:
Thank you John, Lorna and Ann. Yes It is sad not to see the grandkids. The newest Matthew is only four weeks old.
John Hansen from Gondwana Land on March 29, 2020:
Sad but lovely poem, Charlie. We won.t be able to see our grandkids in person until this is over either because they live in different towns and states. At least there is Skype and FaceTime.
Lorna Lamon on March 29, 2020:
Your poem is exactly what most of us are experiencing Charlie. It's not always easy but it will pass and hopefully we will be stronger and wiser. Take care and stay safe.
Ann Carr from SW England on March 29, 2020:
Beautiful and sad! I know just what you mean. I can FaceTime my grandchildren but it's not the same is it?
Yes, let's hope we all come through the other side and then we'll appreciate each other even more.
Keep safe and well, Charlie!