A poem for our times
I suddenly felt poetic, so here it is:
‘Spring into isolation’
Scurvy grass sprinkles road verges white,
an urban seashore.
Sulphur glow of a brimstone by a hawthorn hedge,
with its bread and cheese fresh leaves.
I plant in hope, broad beans for self sufficiency
and a skylark sings in sunshine above my claggy plot.
from Felicity Jenkins: 21 March 2020