Lockdown Poem
I was sitting reflecting on my Lockdown (Yes, I’m in it! My town is still in it!) and the stuff I’ve been up to since the 3rd week of March, 2020. I have now reached the point of no return I think. I must have walked my dog about 13,000 miles, baked enough cakes to fatten me up for the next 50 years and sanded enough wood to cover me in a haze of dust 1 metre thick. And now I’ve become irritated to the extreme and have begun to swear at the most trivial things.
And what makes it extremely challenging, is that the rest of the country are now getting back to some form of normality, whatever that is; and all I can see on the news is people going on holiday and sitting on a beach, going to pubs and having meals and being able to visit non-essential shops.To rub salt in the wounds, the government has announced that cinemas, swimming pools and gyms will be opening very soon.
So I’m not going to beat about the bush, and declare most animatedly that, it’s getting to me!!! 😢😳
And then, I remembered the great sketch from the 1990s programme in the UK called ‘The Young Ones’, where Vivian walks around the garden hitting his housemates over the head with a cricket bat, voicing his complete frustration shouting….
And here’s my poem:
Lockdown
Bored, bored, bored
Bored, bored, bored
Bored, bored
Booooorred
Bored!
THE END
(I’ve lost the plot)
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Pip
I am a mother of two children, and have had many experiences in my life that I have been through and had to overcome. I feel it would be beneficial (at least to me, and perhaps you) to share my experiences. I’d love to hear your comments and suggestions. x
17 Comments
Charnel Graham
I completely understand your frustration. These are some unpredictable times.
Pip
Thanks for your comment. There seems to be a measure of normality now, but I think it’s going to take a long time to be how life was.
Cheryl Oreglia
You capture so many of the emotions we’re all feeling Pip. The repetitive activities and boredom! Love the poem where you lost the end. Bahaha. Thanks for gifting the world woth you stories! C
Pip
Thank you.I think we discover so many new things to do, like writing poetry
Joey
Hahaha! Great poem. Nothing cures boredom quite like writing about boredom.
Pip
Thank you for your comment
Veronica
I can truly relate with this poem. Like you wrote I have become fattened from baking and eating with four kids who never tire of pastries. And even the easing of the lock down doesn’t seem fun now. Keep up the good work.
Angel Ro
Frustration. On a positive note, there are millions now and no one knows how many people are really on the verge of many mental issues.
But at least you have a platform to share:
Thank you. Be happy
Pip
That’s very true. I have written posts about anxiety and depression, which I have suffered with myself. This situation has been particularly tough.
Sandra Ans
Ohh, I am really sorry to hear, that you are still in a Lockdown! I am living in Germany and life is going like before the pandemic! I can’t imagine how hard it can be but I hope soon everything will be back in ”normality” (at least as much it can be normal)!
Btw, in which city you are living?
Pip
I live in a town called ‘Leicester’. It has lifted now, a little, but there are other towns around the UK that are going through similar things. It’s hard for everyone
Janelle | thenellybean
Haha you know what, I hear you! It’s crazy how all this isolation and time at home drives us nuts very slowly. Sounds like you’ve been productive though 🙂
Pip
That’s exactly how it feels doesn’t it, like you are going stark raving crazy
Helen
I feel your pain and how funny we both wrote lockdown pieces and poems! Love your site am off to subscribe!
Pip
Thank you Helen. I love your site too.
Freddy
Funny really, relatable, we can’t be one of those people who are acting like the pandemic didn’t even happen tho, so be strong, it’ll pass.
Pip
It does bother me when I see people acting like everything is normal as if the virus has just disappeared. The times I’ve stood in a shop and people come and stand right next to you. Maddness