Lockdown Poem

1. - lockdown

As loud as the trees, from Bexley down to Brentford's quays,

a boy in the corner, 8 avenue, counts time 1,2,3.

Forgetting the loud sounds, the wagon wheels upon London streets,

a parallel universe is formed, swiftly at fault, he secedes.

An enigmatic mind, lost at sea,

Captain Hook walks the plank,

across the Adriatic, to Timbuktu.

a blind priest - it's so silly - all I'm doing is sifting through!

Back of the garden, silently blue

time blended like 1,2,3 - 3 months have passed

silently, the bliss innocence sets its bets

whilst the ambulance sings, bringing men to their beds.

Like telekinesis, life has moved,

across the orchard, morphed, anew,

a silent whisper, the Tao of Pooh,

I understand life now - its so clear - who knew!

Now the flame has infumed, and life resumes,

a man in the corner, a real humanist, sings 1,2,3.

into the wild, marching down the mountain,

yellowman, he awaits, grinning, abstain.

A poem by Jasper Gentry