By: Vernal Wright
About The Poem
The posted poem is based on a conversation between two friends who I know very well, who share opposite views of Covid-19, which also overshadowed their relationship into a temporary separation.
Unwashed dishes and utensils.
Untidy house, dusty curtains.
hanging cobwebs, smear window
Unmade bed, ruffled pillows.
Sticky floor and shaky floorboards.
Banging slates and leaking roof.
Dis-colored ceiling, broken gutters,
Uneven steps and a sea of fallen
autumn and winter leaves have
taken up residence around the
Now that the pandemic virus has
evaporated into a flu-like synthon,
things are not the same,
Come back home, come back home
you’ve been dreadfully missed, nights
without dark, I experienced, days
without light, I care not for.
I could remember the day you left,
the front door swings behind you, like
a piece of hanging forgotten cable
that the wind has chosen to provoke.
And has it happened the door is still
swinging, like the tail of a crinoline in
motion on a dance floor, come home,
come home while your mind is still
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