Artwork and Poetry
Spring has returned, in all its fragile newness. Here the magnolia, and there the prunus— Like any other spring, Yet more entrancing
Now that so many sense their need for air, And find that all their fellow-beings share The same desire to cling To life, not chancing
Contact with that spiky floating mine. Now is the time to walk in the sunshine, Hearing the blackbird sing Above, and glancing
Upwards at the now untravelled sky, Newly reclaimed by bird and butterfly. But, on encountering Someone advancing
Towards me, I step aside into the road— Unless they do so first—give them a nod, A smile, or some such thing, Thereby enhancing,
Not severing, the bond uniting stranger, Neighbour and friend against the hidden danger: Not social distancing But social dancing.
Dermot Killingley 27th April 202