A Gathering of Coronavirus Poetry

As the first of the United Kingdom's lockdowns draws to a close, I thought it might be time to gather together some of the poems I've written on this wonderful journey. Looking at the giant list I am quite perplexed as to where to start or how to organise it. Quite frankly, it's a mess, but then so is everything surrounding much of the world's handling of the pandemic. I suppose it's quite fitting really - unfortunately the same can't be said for the flaccid pieces of cloth people are slapping over their faces.

One of the most exciting events during the lockdown life in the UK was the beautiful display of friendship between Boris Johnson and Dominic Cummings, and his trips to exotic destinations such as Barnard Castle. I captured a brief glimpse into those moments, along with the delights of travel, in poetry, like any good poet would. These have been collected below, plus a few other pieces celebrating a return to work.

Remember, COVID-19 (a coin toss of capitalisation), the coronavirus, or whatever it is you've decided to name the virus, still ravages the world, but the shops are going to open up again, so it's probably fine. Boris Johnson has said it will be fine, and he hasn't put a foot wrong yet.

The saga in question:

500: Bolt
501: Ripple
503: Liberated
504: Divot
513: Route

If you were paying attention, you might have caught a few little cameos:

506: Barbecue
502: Pub

Finally, a little celebration as people get shovelled back into workplaces:

489: Open
490: Alert
492: Spritz
493: Business

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