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:
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.