Pandemic Poems - APRIL 2020
Bio Note: Hunkering down in Chiang Mai, Thailand where stay-at-home has been in effect since the beginning of March was a difficult choice for us. But my husband and I decided to remain, as Thailand seemed much safer than New York. My poems have appeared in Haway Pacific Review, The Lyric, Poetry Pacific, and Cargo Lit. I call myself a kitchen table poet because I like to picture what is going on around me with snapshots of feelings.
Long held dream hunger streams like starlight on a solitary earth: A room of my own to read and write alone explore words unknown Fantasy of a forest retreat beneath my feet nature’s path to meet the hush of grace An age of paradigm shift imposes on borrowed time of my old age, a viral stage My room, my fate my garden encircles while at my gate, my son leaves groceries Desired space to write lines laid down to isolate: through glass, I see a wandering pink moon
©2020 Victoria Crawford
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