A Poem for Lockdown

 

 

Who knew that there would be a time

Of an early white spring in all its prime;

When sunbeams fell on empty fields

And silence cloaked the distant hills.

Where, in a shady woodland, spiked with green

A carpet of bluebells would bloom unseen.

Where time, so often snatched away

Would slow to the rhythm of a different day?

I watched the bold and fearless crow

Go black and shiny, to and fro,

Its rakish presence curiously noted

Although yesterday it flew unnoticed.

Toppling change sweeps ‘normal’ away;

Only necessary work now, and no outdoor play.

Selfless heroes put themselves on the line

Yet they have lives, like yours and mine.

So what happens to trinkets no longer desired,

And priceless pictures in galleries, once so admired?

Some things can stay behind closed doors

Until feet echo again on busy floors,

But empty arms have no-one to hold

And isolation takes its toll.

Now windows bright with rainbows are the new big thing;

They gladden our hearts with the hope that they bring,

And lockdown reveals to worried eyes

The blessed arch of infinite skies.

© Lyn Halvorsen

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It’s Good to Dream…and a virus free blog (almost).

Are you feeling a little stir crazy? How about some time to dream…?

 

Today I was going to write about living during the lockdown – living simply, going back to basics, thinking, tidying, reading, following routine etc.. and all these things are helpful, but somehow the words weren’t flowing. Maybe we have had enough of ‘lockdown motivation’.

Perhaps some escapism is needed!

I have read a lot of books recently and it’s interesting to note how I have picked books that often aren’t the same in subject matter yet still seem to be inextricably linked – one passage will strike a chord and I realise I have read something similar somewhere else. Perhaps there is a hidden thread running that I am being led to unravel, or maybe it is there for me to hold on to, to lead me to what I need to know or imagine. It is good to let the imagination run wild from time to time.

I have always been a bit of a ‘dreamboat’ and now I have time to indulge in daydreaming without feeling guilty. The great thing about daydreaming is that we can create our own scenes, different scenarios and the best outcomes. If we don’t like cold weather we can imagine a warm and sunny climate. We can wear our best outfits and say exactly the right thing at the right time! How many of us have wished for that?!

With new music added every day to my Spotify library to add to the atmosphere, and with new structures to my day, I am finding time for my mind to wander along different avenues, make up new stories and adventures, some of which may come true one day. But even if they don’t, I have been there, I have walked along those avenues, conjured up pleasant scenarios and outcomes, met new people. With eyes closed I have seen places I have never seen before.

Perhaps escapism, at least for a little while each day, is more important now than ever. It is a state of mind that helps us picture new places, new beginnings and healthy surroundings, recovery and freedom. It takes the weight on our shoulders.

Escapism is not negative. It does not reflect a deep dissatisfaction with our existence. It helps us to make sense of a complicated and scary world.

At the moment, we cannot get lost in a weekend away or  go out for a fancy dinner, neither can we cannot travel to distant shores.  But we can take five minutes out of our new and rather enforced routine to gaze out of the window and dream…….

 

Garden of Dreams 

Once I dreamed I was in a magical wood;

A carpet of violets where I stood.

The nightingale sang to the velvet night

And set a myriad of stars alight.

And the lofty trees bent their branches low

To fold me in their arms below,

In that peaceful land of sleep.

And alone amidst the scented flowers

I felt the peace of the night-time hours

Settle round me like the softest cloth;

A tapestry woven with the spirit of love.

And I tumbled through a mystic land

Until daylight led me by the hand

Back from that peaceful land of sleep.

(C) Lyn Halvorsen 

 

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Rattling the Pots – (time for some distraction)

I think it’s time to take our mind of all the desperately worrying and upsetting news, even if just for a moment or two. I am suspending my normal blog writing for the moment and posting some of my poetry instead.  I think we all have media fatigue – and whilst there is a need to be updated and follow guidelines, we need a break! Dare I say, even some of the copious postings about lockdown activities are getting a bit tedious!

Last evening when we stood outside our door clapping and rattling the saucepan lids it was wonderfully inspiring and showed human nature at its best; it was heartwarming and helps us all feel connected.

Just for while though, let me lead you through a golden meadow, full of flowers, and light (and some different pots!).

 

Rattling the Pots 

If I had a gypsy caravan 

I’d paint it blue and white,

And set it in a meadow

Full of flowers and light.

I’d stand where the old traveller stood

Within the patterned door,

Lay my hand upon the polished wood,

Rattle the pots once more.

I’d climb upon the cosy bed,

Lay on the covers of lace,

And imagine the sound of the creaking wheels

As they rolled from place to place.

And I would dream of a forgotten time

Where there would be paths still free to roam,

With undiscovered hills to climb,

And wherever I stopped was home.

(c) Lyn Halvorsen 

 

 

Let us look forward to the time when we can roam free again…..

 

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