In the Shadow of the Sun


The breaking of silences has begun

put it behind us and move on


rupture the edifice of dreams –

icicle tears collapse in lockdown’s thaw


until it’s as if nothing had changed

no trace of the daily reckoning


what it was to face up to the end.




The morning gathers in the sun

scatters it over everything green.


Shore up reality with dreams

protect the life within, the heart, the soul.




The female blackbird rarely sings


The blackbird stretches his song

over young-leaved trees and gardens,

above the sound of children playing

and the silence of the road.


But sometimes she sings a duet

with him, so closely matching the notes

that it’s one harmony, one song.




Covid Phase 1 – An Ending