Locked

By Elaine Bowden

Days lose their place, their flavour, number-name;
Geography-unleavened history;
Thought chasing thought, imagination lame;

The hope new stories written, old re-read;
Our nascent gentleness allowed to thrive;
That words ill-uttered might remain unsaid.

Elaine Bowden: ‘Although I have struggled a little to write poetry during lockdown, your prompt ‘List 3 Things’ really helped to get me started with the process.  Thank you!’

Elaine Bowden was born in Calverton, north of Nottingham and has been writing poems since she was a small child.  Elaine works as an administrator at Nottingham Trent University

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