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.