Saturday, 23 May 2020

The Quiet Panic


The Quiet Panic by Moti Black April 2020


The Quiet Panic

By Moti Black

This is a quiet panic:
A sedate fear behind doors.
Behind screens and links that click;
That’s finally reached our shores.

Elsewhere, there’s cacophony:
Key workers risking it all;
Death with no ceremony;
Heroes answering a call.

In the quiet of cancelled plans,
That space between scared and bored,
I use the time on my hands,
To ignite dreams long ignored.

I practice skills, write my tome;
Send good wishes, clap at eight:
Cocooned safely in my home.
Late at night, I cry and shake.

Shopping trips with toothcomb queues
Remind me normal is gone.
Hurry home to watch the news,
Think: ‘crying emoticon’.

This is a quiet panic:
Measured in memes and death tolls.
PPE and numbers sick,
Stock levels and toilet rolls.


Lockdown hit as I was revving up for the art season. I rather abruptly put away all my art supplies and jumped into my writing. I wasn't completely serious when I said I was going to have my novel finished by the end of quarantine, but now I am, as I only have six chapters left. 

I did take a little break in April to write the above poem. I was looking at it earlier and realised it was already starting to feel a snapshot of a past state of being, so I probably ought to put Chapter 31 to one side for a few minutes and share The Quiet Panic with you, before we are all looking back at the pandemic as a historical event we hopefully learned from.

Stay safe.

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