Having already trashed the terza rima, I thought today I’d go for another classic poetic form – the sonnet.
Apologies for the longer final couplet, which I found written (as four lines) in my notebook, scribbled there a few nights ago and promptly forgotten by morning, when I wrote something completely different.
I could have used it another day, but I think it sort of fits (and saves me having to think up another two lines to finish with).
If I can write a poem today.
perhaps the world will go away
and leave me in this happy place
of never meeting face-to-face.I burrow like a worm or mole
and hide inside this cosy hole
while listening to the radio,
relieved I’ve nowhere else to go.I do the things I like to do,
and never go and join a queue
(not even one two metres spread)
I buy my milk first thing instead.Life feels strangely normal – or perhaps it’s normally strange?
Linda Rushby 17 April 2020
That same old déjà vu, coming around again.
PS Just thought I’d add Miko as my ‘featured image’, given that this reflects her philosophy on life as well as mine.