ODE TO NURSES

ODE TO NURSES

WILTING UNDER THE GLARE OF A WAGING WAR,

WEARY FROM TOO MANY WAKING HOURS,

YOU WANDER THROUGH THE HAZY WILDERNESS,

LACK OF REST YOUR “NEW NORMAL”

MASKING YOUR TIRED BODY,

 A DISHEVELLED FACE IS SCARED,

YOU PERFORM UNSEEN HEROICS,

BUT YOU DON’T WANT TO BE REVERED,

HEROES PROTECT AND PERFORM UNDER PRESSURE,

SO MUCH FOR SO MANY,

BUY YOU NEVER COMPLAIN,

“IF NOT ME, WHO?”

YOUR PAIN IS SEEN, YOUR RISK IS FELT.

NURSES ARE OUR NEW HEROES

FIONA

REBUILDING OF DIVISION

DIVISION, DISUNITY, HATE.

FAKE NEWS, ALTERNATE FACTS, LIES.

A DISCOMBOBULATION OF MESSY FUNK.

LISTEN TO HEAR THE DISTRACTION,

I PLEAD, I PRAY, I HOPE.

A DIVIDED COUNTRY MUST UNITE,

IT’S NOT OVER UNTIL IT’S OVER,

BUT FOOTPRINTS OF ANGST WILL REMAIN,

TWO CHOICES, REBUILD OR COLLAPSE.

THE ONUS ON EACH OF YOU.

FIONA

MEMORIES

REMEMBER THAT TIME WE WENT TO PARIS?

REMEMBER THAT TIME WE WENT TO ITALY?

REMEMBER THAT TIME WE COULD VISIT GRANDAD WHEN HE WAS ILL?

REMEMBER THAT TIME WE COULD FREELY ROAM THE STREETS?

REMEMBER THAT TIME WE COULD CROSS STATE BORDERS TO REACH A HOSPITAL?

REMEMBER THAT TIME WE COULD HAVE THE WEDDING WE ALWAYS DREAMED OF HAVING?

REMEMBER THAT TIME BEFORE PREMIERS BECAME DICTATORS?

MEMORIES, SUCH A GLORIOUS, LOVELY THING.

FIONA

EMPTY SPACES

THERE’S AN EMPTY SPACE BESIDE ME,

AS I LAY ALONE IN BED,

A SPACE ONCE WARM AND TENDER,

A PLACE YOU LAID YOUR HEAD.

 

THERE’S AN EMPTY SPACE BESIDE ME,

AS I EAT MY MEAL AT NIGHT,

WHERE WE LAUGHED AND TALKED TOGETHER,

IN THE EVENINGS FADING LIGHT.

 

THERE’S AN EMPTY SPACE BESIDE ME,

AS I WALK THE GARDEN PATH,

OUR HANDS NO LONGER CLASPING,

IT’S WRONG WE ARE APART.

 

MY HEART IT’S  NEVER EMPTY,

IT’S A PLACE YOU ARE STILL NEAR,

YOU’LL ALWAYS BE BESIDE ME,

TO WIPE AWAY THE TEARS.

FIONA

CHILD OF THE NIGHT

BLACK IS THE NIGHT,

DARKNESS, CONJURING MAGIC.

A SILHOUETTE OF CREEPING SHADOWS

LOITER HARMLESSLY IN THE SURROUNDS,

FAMILIARITY WITH THE EBONY NIGHT

SPARKS A JOIE DE VIVRE WITHIN ME.

WITH A HIDDEN FREEDOM, I DANCE,

A SEDUCTIVE UNSEEN DANCE,

 CLOAKED BY THIS DARK MANTLE.

FEELING RATHER THAN SEEING,

DARKNESS, THE LIGHT OF THE NIGHT.

FIONA

ON THE BRINK

HOVERING ON THE EDGE OF A RETURN,

IT WILL BE HARD TO DIP MY TOE INTO THE FRIGID WATERS,

TO IMMERSE MYSELF BACK INTO LIFE,

LIMBO HAS BEEN A STRANGE PLACE,

LINGERING BETWEEN MY WORLD AND THE OUTSIDE.

JUST AS A NEW NORMAL IS CREATED,

IT IS ERASED TO CREATE ANOTHER.

AS WE COME OUT OF ONE PANDEMIC,

A NEW PANDEMIC COMES TO LIGHT,

A PANDEMIC THAT HAS REMAINED DORMANT

NOW REARING ITS UGLY HEAD,

INFECTING WITH HATE AND VIOLENCE.

SO MUCH YELLING AND SCREAMING,

 I HOLD MY HEAD IN PAIN,

NOBODY LISTENS ABOVE THE STORM,

AND NOBODY REALISES,

NOTHING WILL CHANGE UNLESS PEOPLE DO.

FIONA