NHS and Health
Poems and pondering on all matters health, and on fightingting to defend our NHS.
Britain needs pickers
We have a picking drought
Particularly since we’ve kicked our usual pickers out
So pick yourself up
and dust yourself down
Pick up a lift heading out of your town
Here’s your harvest
basket – fill it!
Harnessing the wartime spirit!
Dig for Britain
saw us through
Let’s pick to fight off Covid too!
More than twenty poets read their contributions to the anthology Coronaverses: poems from the pandemic. Buy the book here.
He was socially close, untamed, unmasked
His magic medicine uncasked
He didn't care so he never asked
He'll brush it off, he's so athletic
The tough guy, leading man aesthetic
No chance it makes him empathetic
He'll rise above like Kilimanjaro
Always survive like the Cult of Skaro
Covid can't hurt Bolsonaro
Last year, I wrote a poem (a pantoum) called 'This Place' about visiting my son in the adolescent psychiatric unit where he spent four months (read it here).
He now has his own flat, living independently with support. So I decided to write a follow-up poem of the same length in the same style, hoping that this will illustrate the wonderful progression.