Three Poems

By Moira Garland


a hay(na)ku

blue pillowcase
yellow towel blowing
in mild breezes heavy
branch acting as washing line
prop artfully crafted by woodsmen last
spring looking back only one year already
moved by the grieving gurgle of the pigeon.

Moira Garland

Moira Garland lives by a beck on the outskirts of a Yorkshire city. She has been widely published, most recently in When all this is over (Calder Valley Press).

Twitter: @moiragauthor  And occasionally:

In April I surprised myself by writing a poem almost every day as part of the NaPoWriMo challenge. Surprise because my poetry needs both isolation and regular contact with people close to me, and others, and my lockdown has been – and still is –accompanied only by the cat. Human touch has been confined to a few medical visits and a stretched out hand to my son. This poem is just one moment contemplating mood swings and feelings of stasis that have afflicted so many of us. At the same time I could watch natural elements and online reports, listen to socially-distanced stories from neighbours, and from friends’ ‘garden visits’. Eventually I found joy in Zoom events. There were times when it was necessary for mental well-being to switch off from considering the people suffering with Covid-19 or worrying who might be next.

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Lucy Heuschen
4 days ago

Lovely, Moira, especially Covid Daze. You capture the extremities of 2020 life very well. And “children dying to go to school”… Beautiful and brutal.

Jenny Robb
1 month ago

Moira – you’ve really captured the ups and downs of lockdown really well in the first poem and I love the clever use of film titles in the second to demonstrate human behaviour in these distressing times

Moira Garland
23 days ago
Reply to  Jenny Robb

Thanks Jenny 🙂

1 month ago

Thank you.

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