Through the Window, April 2020

By Rachel Carney

Monday
Twigs return to childhood, tussling and bickering in the early morning sun.

Tuesday
A woodpigeon hides away all day in the topmost branches.

Wednesday
The sky swoops down, a sullen swell of grey.

Thursday
This yawn of green waits for time to pass.

Friday
A blackbird serenades the empty street for hours.

Saturday
The green fills out, brighter, fresher than before.

Sunday
I watch as sky turns pink, green fades to grey, then black.

Rachel Carney, poetry and covid

Rachel Carney has had poems, articles and reviews published in various magazines and journals. She is a PhD student researching the use of creative writing in art museums. www.createdtoread.com @createdtoread
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I was recovering from a virus during lockdown, and spent a lot of time on my sofa, looking out of the window. I began to pay attention to small things: clouds, birds, or the colour of the sky. The days of the week somehow lost their significance, so I felt the need to add them into my poem, to provide a sense of structure and stability, to remind myself that, over time, things do change, life does get better.

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Moira Garland
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1 month ago

Especially love the first and last lines.

Rachel
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Rachel
1 month ago
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Thanks!

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