Lockdown by Simon Armitage

[Gob]

Lockdown by Simon Armitage


And I couldn’t escape the waking dream
of infected fleas

in the warp and weft of soggy cloth
by the tailor’s hearth

in ye olde Eyam.
Then couldn’t un-see

the Boundary Stone,
that cock-eyed dice with its six dark holes,

thimbles brimming with vinegar wine
purging the plagued coins.

Which brought to mind the sorry story
of Emmott Syddall and Rowland Torre,

star-crossed lovers on either side
of the quarantine line

whose wordless courtship spanned the river
till she came no longer.

But slept again,
and dreamt this time

of the exiled yaksha sending word
to his lost wife on a passing cloud,

a cloud that followed an earthly map
of camel trails and cattle tracks,

streams like necklaces,
fan-tailed peacocks, painted elephants,

embroidered bedspreads
of meadows and hedges,

bamboo forests and snow-hatted peaks,
waterfalls, creeks,

the hieroglyphs of wide-winged cranes
and the glistening lotus flower after rain,

the air
hypnotically see-through, rare,

the journey a ponderous one at times, long and slow
but necessarily so.


https://www.theguardian.com/books/2020/ ... s-outbreak

[MajGenl.Meade]

So then, Simon Armitage
not dead yet eh?
My friend Keith's mum says
i'd beat you in a poet-off
at least
i think that's what she said
when i called for Keith
and he's self-abusing out back
innit?

[Gob]

E J Thribb should be poet Laureate.

[MajGenl.Meade]

Anybody can be, apparently

[ex-khobar Andy]

E J Thribb should be poet Laureate.

Seconded.