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Shielding 
 
A viral assassin has us in a global snare.
12 weeks or more, shielding,
Distance, our blade against the exponential.
I’m kept safe by returning to the fold.
Under the hens wing, I wait,
Safe, familiar, my home but not home.
 
I  regress to my teenage room, repurposed, 
A student’s desk ready for the day job.
Zoom, meetings fill the hours.
Knitting fills the minutes.
I repetitively stitch, squares of time,
Together, into a quilt of safe internment.
 
We bridge the social distance.  
On screen, our relationship continues
Quietly, we ensure our loves resilience.
We synchronise, our hearts and films.
The physical immaterial, for now.
We distance, but don’t diminish what is.
(05-11-2020, 01:39 AM)Emacskye Wrote: [ -> ]Shielding 
 
A viral assassin has us in a global snare.
12 weeks or more, shielding,
Distance, our blade against the exponential.
I’m kept safe by returning to the fold.
Under the hens wing, I wait,
Safe, familiar, my home but not home.
 
I  regress to my teenage room, repurposed, 
A student’s desk ready for the day job.
Zoom, meetings fill the hours.
Knitting fills the minutes.
I repetitively stitch, squares of time,
Together, into a quilt of safe internment.
 
We bridge the social distance.  
On screen, our relationship continues
Quietly, we ensure our loves resilience.
We synchronise, our hearts and films.
The physical immaterial, for now.
We distance, but don’t diminish what is.
I like this piece, let me break this down in three stanzas.

Stanza 1: I like it, nothing wrong with it I see, what is "I'm kept safe by returning to the fold"?

Stanza 2: What is "into a quilt of safe internment"? 

Stanza 3: Interesting, this poem seems to be about Covid-19, is that right?

Overall you have an interesting poem with some lines that I didn't quite understand, thanks for sharing.
(05-11-2020, 03:21 AM)JaggedEdge Wrote: [ -> ]
(05-11-2020, 01:39 AM)Emacskye Wrote: [ -> ]Shielding 
 
A viral assassin has us in a global snare.
12 weeks or more, shielding,
Distance, our blade against the exponential.
I’m kept safe by returning to the fold.
Under the hens wing, I wait,
Safe, familiar, my home but not home.
 
I  regress to my teenage room, repurposed, 
A student’s desk ready for the day job.
Zoom, meetings fill the hours.
Knitting fills the minutes.
I repetitively stitch, squares of time,
Together, into a quilt of safe internment.
 
We bridge the social distance.  
On screen, our relationship continues
Quietly, we ensure our loves resilience.
We synchronise, our hearts and films.
The physical immaterial, for now.
We distance, but don’t diminish what is.
I like this piece, let me break this down in three stanzas.  Thank you for your response. 

Stanza 1: I like it, nothing wrong with it I see, what is "I'm kept safe by returning to the fold"
I’ve returned to living at home while the COVID-19 outbreak is ongoing.  I have a lung condition and I’m on immunosuppressant medication and I’ve been told to shield- not leave the house - for at least 12 weeks. The line is about being back within the safety of that parental space.

Stanza 2: What is "into a quilt of safe internment"? 
Everyday I knit a square which I’m stitching into a quilt to remember this time where I was unable to go out (interned) but I felt safe.

Stanza 3: Interesting, this poem seems to be about Covid-19, is that right?
Yes.  My partner is a key worker and with my health I was advised to move out and stay with my folks.  We’re keeping things together best we can...

Overall you have an interesting poem with some lines that I didn't quite understand, thanks for sharing.
(05-11-2020, 01:39 AM)Emacskye Wrote: [ -> ]Shielding 
 
A viral assassin has us in a global snare.
12 weeks or more, shielding,
Distance, our blade against the exponential.
I’m kept safe by returning to the fold.
Under the hens wing, I wait,
Safe, familiar, my home but not home.
 
I  regress to my teenage room, repurposed, 
A student’s desk ready for the day job.
Zoom, meetings fill the hours.
Knitting fills the minutes.
I repetitively stitch, squares of time,
Together, into a quilt of safe internment.
 
We bridge the social distance.  
On screen, our relationship continues
Quietly, we ensure our loves resilience.
We synchronise, our hearts and films.
The physical immaterial, for now.
We distance, but don’t diminish what is.

Good timely topic that will connect. Well, this is merely my opinion, I'd like some more feeling to it. It seems like a straight ahead description of these events, but I'd like more of a personal perspective, feeling-based. Maybe some poetic metaphor can emerge from that. Keep in mind I don't know much about peotry myself, so don't take this too seriously.