With love from the Chapel Poetry Group
Wings
Lockdown Eve came early
As Mothers’ of Brides, Workers and Cruisers,
Laden with crumpled excitements
Emptied their hearts and fears in exchange for money
That was returned by troubled staff
Who, anxiety-masked, had cleaned and cleaned
Only to lovingly restore Fabrics’ perfect dreams
In steaming uncertainty,
As Footfall’s by-election put summer on hold.
Then, Unlock Day varied
As Managers of stores, sales teams and drivers,
Loaded with hopeful enthusiasm
Quizzed their minds and eyes in search of safety
As redefined by Covid’s risk
And, chatter-filled, box opened and opened
Unfurling garments as wings for the lives waiting
In patient compliance,
As fatigue’s heroes let Autumn unfold.
– by PCD Roberts
