Coronavirus Poetry


in the current stillness, I know it approaches;

I can taste its salt on my lips, so I am plaiting

a rope for us – three strands, love, courage, health;

and with these, we can tether ourselves


while we will get soaked and gasp for breath

we will stand firm and we will find ourselves –

still standing when the wave recedes –

we will find ourselves and each other again

© Teresa Durran 24.03.2020


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