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The Walk, Glenis Meeks Isolation

A photograph of Glenis Meeks
Here’s our Glenis Meeks getting ready to write up a storm!

THE WALK.

From the steep, walled path, looking up.

only cloudless blue sky fills the horizon.

Underfoot, grassy tussocks poke through cobbles

making walking difficult.

In places, hard, dried mud in deep ruts

compels eyes to be vigilant,

and breath becomes laboured through exertion.

On the grassy verges of the path,

clumps of daffodils nod delightfully,

caressed by the warm spring breeze.

Ferns coiled in curls are sprung in readiness

to unfurl their fresh, green fronds.

Clinging to the steep embankments,

Whinberry bushes are speckled

with tiny, translucent, jewel red berries.

Above, a lapwing soars on the thermals.

Black and white contrast, with the brilliant blue sky.

It calls to its mate, stridently, evocatively

and together they join in intricate flight.

Bees zoom past, revelling in the warmth,

attending to their plants, busy in occupation.

A butterfly delicately alights on a dandelion,

whose golden head frames, vibrant coloured wings.

We crest the summit, and, on turning,

see the valley of the Roch below.

Sunlight reflects on many glass panes

creating silvered edifices.

Church spires, thrust their apexes high

as if in salutation to this glorious day.

Greenery with a bluish tinge, stretches hazily to the moors beyond.

A tranquil sight, a pleasing, contented moment,

that masks the hidden, traumatic drama taking place below.

This vicious virus has turned the world upside down.

People are dying on this lovely, spring morning.

Souls are departing without any goodbyes.

Suffering and worrying multiply, not by infection but by effect,

and isolation has become normal routine.

Hospital staff, key workers are the brave warriors,

going to the front each day, putting their lives at risk

to combat this terrifying, invisible, silent killer.

We stand in humble respect,

drinking in this awesome panorama,

thinking of, conscious of, the danger of the situation.

Thankful for our own good health,

we bow our heads to those less fortunate.

© GLENIS MEEKS

MAY 2012

Glenis Meeks, Isolation

ISOLATION

 

 

Universal virus brings lockdown,

yet, in isolation, we are not alone.

Surrounded by distancing

connected by machine.

Survival depends on segregation.

 

Invisible but lethal, this virus shows no mercy,

especially to vulnerable and elderly people.

We, accept the separation,

stoical in limitation.

Constraints for safety’s sake.

 

However, seeds of anxiety begin to germinate.

In the beginning, small, inconsequential.

But as provisions dwindle

and the death rate soars,

the tumescent seeds of anxiety are ready to explode.

 

Insomnia magnifies apprehension.

In darkness, imaginary symptoms manifest themselves.

As daylight creeps in, they recede,

diminishing unease,

although the threat in reality persists.

 

A kind of regime establishes itself.

Overdue tasks are completed. Hobbies refreshed.

Unfamiliar exercise becomes routine.

Offers of help are overwhelming.

And the weather perchance is perfect.

 

Eventually, equilibrium surfaces.

Gradual adjustment restores calm.

Life in a vacuum becomes the norm,

with disquiet underlying

a brittle existence.

 

© Glenis Meeks April 2020.

Man of Glass, book review by Glenis Meeks

Hi Everyone,

I would like to recommend a thoroughly good read. The book is called “Man of Glass “ and was written by a member of Touchstones Writing Group,

Andrea Sargison. It was published late last year and although it has taken a long time to complete, it was written with great care and attention to detail.

Ironically, the subject of the book is very pertinent today. It tells the story of a medieval village and how the inhabitants deal with the scourge at that time: The Plague. The focus is on one particular family and vividly describes their life and dependency on each other in harrowing circumstances.

The young apprentice glazier at the heart of the tale, grows in stature as he faces trial after trial and as the story unfolds, tension mounts, as the question of his survival hangs in the balance.

Andrea brings to the book her knowledge of medicinal herbs and their application at that time but her enthusiasm and expertise, in the art of creating stained glass, shines throughout the book. It is an excellent story that Andrea should be very proud of.

 

Glenis Meeks.