A macaroni poem is written with two voices. Last year, like all years, leaves us with a mixture of emotions which whisper inside as we look back and then forward to a new year.

Here is my personal reflection.

A year to remember
A year to forget.

A darling girl born in March
Into a family, loving and safe.
Emerging into lockdown more like.

Streets were deserted and the air clean;
Among the birdsong, the cuckoo called.
Covid, Brexit and climate change.

We met up online, zooming to work;
Phonecalls, Facetime and Whatsapp. 
No touching or hugs to ease the soul.

Running the Nene Way, backpacking the Dales;
Dog walks and bike rides. A time to grow.
Plans were scuppered and money lost. 

Sun, sea and coloured sand on the IOW;
A trip down memory lane for us both.
Job losses, furlough and foodbank queues.

Virtual choirs, virtual races, virtual church;
We were living in a digital age.
Thousands died with no family nearby.

Another long walk, another challenge
Taking me through the dark winter days.
Zombie like eyes above obligatory masks.

A vaccine and the hope of Christmas
To celebrate Immanuel, God is with us.
Where is he in this pandemic?

What a year!
What a year.


Published by poetdoesarun

I started running 16 years ago to help manage anxiety and depression and found the endorphins helped me in another way...to write my sermons for Sunday.... and then inspiration came for poetry. A Christmas present 2017 was a book by Jo Bell, challenging the reader to write a poem a week for a year. This blog showcases these and other poems composed on the run.

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