Book Club – June 2020


I was advised by a neighbour to take my car out to stop it running out of battery after about five weeks of lockdown. When I got home I penned the following:


Market Harborough


This market town is like a ghostly ship

Empty of crew, of Master and of sound

Where are the living souls all duty bound

To stay below till virus loses grip.


We must obey, we must not rock the  boat

We live secure, well fed, well read but lonely

Where are the friends with whom we share, not only

Fun, jokes, laughter but our anecdotes


We fight the perilous seas (the virus in disguise)

We must not leave the shelter of our port

But we will prove to all that we have fought

So that our lives, our futures once more rise.