am supposed to write about my great escape

though is not really come about in good

circumstances at all



there has not been nothing like it since that

plague or the bad flu thing after the war

not

in my lifetime

note



slowly the world is closing down

we are staying at home

to

protect us all for all the reasons he said that night



i have been here now eleven days & thats ok with

me

i work

i walk

i read

i look

& play

i dress down and comfy, i chat a lot to no one

i live on my own nicely



and after all this time i have escaped the pressure

i felt before

from society

my escape came quietly

corona virus



my escape came when i found my tormentor is ill
no longer a terror, no need to be afraid no more



i hate that this is topical

full of cryptic clues

hints are undeniable



i hated that i did not write like others

that it is all

layered

mixed up

& personal

& now



know  that it does not matter at all

.day 11.

we have lockdown here as you may know
it came last evening at 8.30, his knuckles
white,

john phoned me then to say he cannot visit
as planned with me at the upstairs window
him in the garden below

so i ordered the things online
like the paint that arrived
yesterday

‘happy yellow’ i gasped on opening
at how a colour can affect mood

a good name & i felt it so
that the doors will approve

later on the walk they dawdled up in front
stopped at all the turnings studying their
phones

in my delay i saw the birds nesting
the river running clean before they

went
and i
did my one
daily walk
now

with power

good to get
out

there has been too much order in
those tidy drawings so i used the
carbon again with looking away

they came random
slightly wistful i feel

my neighbour knocked at the back
so i opened and reversed down the
long library hall to talk loud from afar

he talked sense
but wondered
if they were hyping
it all up

still waking early
with the day fully
ahead and clear

it may be best you do not watch the news

that you concentrate on fuel or ticks this

spring

mostly in the day i am fine

muddling about here day

ten

now

yesterday we ran out of knitting yarn

ordered more

mended the chair where he wore it

away

all those years back

drew my escape by boat with the

clockwork mouse while the neighbours

watched

i did not see watch andrew marr as expected

in the morning

i saw a dedicated programme late afternoon

when i was tiring

james

maybe you are best not watching the news

the skies are clear here again today

it is very quiet and the schools have

closed

hoping my fuel comes today

coal nuggets, dry logs and sticks

ordered remotely

i asks my google for a reminder at six fifteen



she say reminder set, at what time?



so i says quarter past six



she says ok it is set for six fifteen



i blink

..light aircraft..



did i tell you a small plane flies over each day?

sometimes higher that the day before

i watch it
we all used to watch it
now
i watch it

so i fixed the phone
and found the message

and the past caught up with me
the circle turned again

i should feel a thing within
i do not

i stand and watch the plane

(really, oh really)



1234

glad to hear the snow is melting there
and that you are getting out and about

all our resaurants and pubs have closed
and no more swimming for the family
a while
despite the chlorine

he will swim the rivers and the sea
he is bolder than me
it is colder for me

we moved forward yesterday
with a few steps backwards

things broke, things were mended
cleaned and tidied

we talked over the fence, the first
in reality this week

they looked older, both had sticks
and offered supplies if necessary

two dogs
grey whippet twelve years old
and a black mixed scruffy

i watched them walk on and went
back into the studio quietly
sat a while

the others went out in their cars
and i hope they had good reason

surprised at the number of days achieved
hope you will manage ok with things and stuff

i wondered, then you told me
now i wonder how you feel
about it

you will have time for your bike

i am on a break during this phenomena
as you know

day 7

wake to a spring day full of sunshine
out there, the cats on the door step
waiting

i have looked to my memories recently
while cleaning, a thing unexperienced
much before
except when
writing

yesterday small planes flew over
maybe it is safe up there, then
later a big old thing with propellers

it went down the valley

the other day while drawing and using
the carbon
paper i forgot

drew the lines twice
and everything went
double

i lost my email address too
a long story he says i can
tell it over coffee
when ever that may be
he is grounded too
his asthma a thing

don’t get much junk mail no more

a big whole day ahead