By Ceinwen Haydon
She’s certain what is wrong
and what is right: especially now,
in these Covid times. She refines her art:
hard stares, raised eyebrows, tsk tsk sounds –
delivers opprobrium to all who fail to keep
two metres away, or let their masks creep
down below offending noses. She snitches
on noisy neighbours gathered in back yards –
slates the disabled girl who’s shielding
yet has her scruffy boyfriend to stay.
Bored, alone, she reads her local shop
is selling off chocolate cheaply. She salivates,
won’t miss out; drives over,
regardless of particulate emissions.
Bursting from her banger, she enters the store –
buys ten luscious bars,
Outside, an old man says,
don’t worry love, we all make mistakes.
Mortified, she blushes
Shaken, her moral certitude
slips and slides away,
Ceinwen E Cariad Haydon (MA Creative Writing, Newcastle University, UK, 2017). Ceinwen lives in Newcastle-upon-Tyne and writes short stories and poetry. She has been widely published online and in print magazines and anthologies. @CeinwenHaydon