Pandemic Poem #56 / The Sound of Silence

An ode to being kid free, which is a rare delight during lockdown.

The Sound of Silence

can you hear it?

the clock tick tock tick clock
and my breath

a bird, nesting
nestling bird in the hedge
and my breath

can you hear it?

the sun beams
dreamy sun streaming in

the dust motes dancing
to the garfunkling sound
of my children’s absence

and simon says… nothing

and my breath 
is expelled from my lungs
like a bullet from a gun

the sound of not being Mum
is deafening
quite definitely disquieting


can you hear it?

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