In these locked down times
These days I don’t strut in Cuban heeled cowboy boots.
I don’t swagger in silver-threaded shirts.
My fringed scarves remain in their perfumed wardrobe, dreaming.
No longer do I wear my hair long, flopping forward so that I have to run my fingers through it now and then if I want to see.
In these locked down times I’m a pyjama’d layabout.
I loll in hooded loungewear with a book.
Louche and languid I drape around my laptop.
My novel doesn’t care if I’ve worn the same old jumper three days running, with a yellow bobble in my hair.
I don’t tend to write poems but I’ve clearly been inspired by Diary of a Somebody by Brian Bilston. Last time I went to the Kobo website (to buy the latest Jackson Brodie novel by Kate Atkinson) it was on offer for 99p, I recognised the author as a Twitter poet whose poems had made me smile, so I bought it. Turns out it’s perfect lockdown reading – a gently comic novel about a struggling poet who’s useless at most things apart from being a cat pillow (which, to be fair, is a worthwhile thing to be good at). It’s like Ed Reardon if he was more bewildered than grumpy (and wrote poetry rather than prose).
If you particularly enjoyed my poem, or the stylish photograph of my scarf fringes, you can always buy me a cuppa. Ta.