This week’s video in my pandemic prose series is about the strange, but beautiful walks I took during lockdown on the beach in Tramore, Co. Waterford, walks through an empty world.
Here’s the second of my ten pandemic prose poems. It also featured in the lineup of the Modwordsfest spoken word festival on 11-12 July – thanks to Anna Jordan for that. I don’t think any of us will ever forget where we were when we heard that we were locking down. It’ll be a ‘where were you’ conversation for years to come. I was in a school, and my piece aims to capture the strange joy of that moment.
If you have a spare two minutes, I’d love you to take a look. Many thanks.
I’ve written ten prose poems inspired, if you want to call it that, by the COVID crisis. I’ll be posting them up as videos over the next ten weeks and sharing them on this blog.
This first one, Words Are All I Have, was a response to how helpless I felt as the crisis began to unfold. It was published on the Pendemic website, and also featured as part of the Modwordsfest spoken word festival in Waterford on 11-12 July.
If you’d like to hear Words Are All I have, you’ll find it here.