The word ‘unprecedented’ plays on a loop. The TV screen morphs from supermarket queues to deserted landmarks. You are identified at risk. Alone and self-isolating, your front door has become a no man’s land, a barrier between you and normality. You open a window. The air smells different, fresh. The sky is no longer criss-crossed with vapour trails nor can you hear the constant hum of traffic. A blackbird sings, a pair of goldfinches feed on the bird table, a red admiral stretches its newly painted wings and a bee, fat and full of life, flies circuits in your room.
Rosalind Adam, of Leicester UK, has had several books published. Her poetry has appeared in anthologies and online sites. In 2018 she was a G. S. Fraser poetry prize winner and was awarded a distinction for her Masters Degree in Creative Writing. She blogs at rosalindadam.blogspot.com and tweets as @RosalindAdam.