When We Were In Lockdown

When We Were In Lockdown

In the yellowed skies 

translucent with ivory stars 

there lay peace. 

I sat on the back door steps 

staring up at constellations 

mapping my destiny; so far away 

like shivering lights. 

Moonlight blankets the garden 

with graceful light. 

Come, come the winters call, 

The squall yet to arrive.

Cold, cold dew the morning 

call of garden life. 

Silence engages me best 

here on the back door steps, 

at twilight hour. 

by Robin McNamara © 2020

Published by robinmcpoet

Robin McNamara is an Irish poet with over 90 poems published worldwide. A regular contributor to Poetry Ireland poetry prompts. UCD Library have a selection of his pandemic poems in their archives as a record of poems written during this period. Robin’s debut chapbook is to be published with Hedgehog Poetry Press in early 2021.

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