Two Poems

By Sarah J Bryson

We Are All in This Together

the children at home, taught – or not by parents
on Google and Zoom while missing their friends

the homeowners furloughed, plagued by the weight
of mortgages their own – plus those of off-spring

whose lives are on hold, their jobs insecure, the fear
of the future a looming unknown unknown

while the front-line workers spend their lives gowned
and masked with new rules, new ways of working.

Look, here is the nurse-turned-gatekeeper, hands in blue gloves
her eyes trying to compensate for her hidden face

telling the woman that she can’t come back
to see her dad, that she can’t bring in the children

to say their final goodbyes

Pandemic Funeral

At least it’s not raining as his family and friends coagulate
in loose groups, faces masked and solemn, dressed not-in-black
as requested. He had died, I heard, knowing his heart was failing, again.
I watch his cousins and best mates of varying heights pull on gloves,
step forward to bear his weight, to shoulder him into the chapel.

As the service starts a woman at the back is turned away
discreetly, as they are ‘not permitted to exceed the 30
already seated.’ I turn to face the front, to listen and learn
about the person we are here to mourn: he was the son of Mum’s
second partner, and now I realise, my almost step-brother.

He was much younger than me, not yet 50. Anecdotes
and eulogies are related by the stoical celebrant. Each song
is a recording, not sung by us. Two tracks, then Heaney’s poem,
‘Follower’. Lastly, ‘Sinnerman’ by Nina Simone, before we walk out
through a different door, around the back to where the flowers are.

I watch, on the periphery, my tongue in check as my mother
talks to different groups, finds herself wrapped in hugs
not resisting, her tears wetting the mask she wears.
I will have to wait a while, until we are back at her place
to make sure she washes her hands and face –

my sadness dislodged by the hope she will be safe.

Sarah J Bryson, poetry and covid

Sarah is a writer, nurse and amateur photographer. She is interested in words, words for wellbeing, people and nature – and the connections between these aspects of her life.

I am a nurse, and during the start of the Covid-19 pandemic up until a few weeks ago the hospice where I work became a Covid-19 admission unit. We extended what we could offer, turning office spaces and the chapel into nursing areas with beds and lockers brought in my the army… this entailed some massive reorganisations of rooms, equipment and ways of working. Then nurses from other walks of life were drafted in to help us while their own areas of work were temporarily halted.

The experience was all at once surreal and real. Many of the rules and regulations we were asked to enforce at work went against the grain of what our usual philosophy would be, and this was difficult at times. Also many of us were simultaneously trying to do what we could at work, doing more hours than usual in these unusual circumstances, for example, while also trying to protect our home life and families from the impact of the infection. The poem is based on several experiences, rolled into one.

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Jonathan
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Jonathan
7 months ago

Beautiful Sarah 😘

sarah J Bryson
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sarah J Bryson
7 months ago
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thank you, Jonathan

Sabine Schwaebisch
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Sabine Schwaebisch
7 months ago

A lovely and clever poem! So many complex and deep issues summarised. I would like to know more about your thoughts and feelings, while you give a great impression of this extraordinary period of time. Thank you for sharing!

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Sarah
7 months ago

Apologies, I didn’t see this comment until today.
I think this project offers such a good opportunity for those from so many different areas of life to illustrate what the pandemic has meant for them. The sadness and disruption balanced against a while chiming trying to do their best for the common good

Sarah
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Sarah
7 months ago

Spelling error in last comment
Should read whole community, instead of while chiming!

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