Quarantine 1918 – lucy crispin, poet

sounds familiar

Feb 4, 2021 #alone, #coronavirus, #Covid 19, #death, #disease, #Faith Shearin, #fear, #hope, #isolation, #lockdown, #loneliness, #lonely, #pandemic, #plague, #Quarantine, #Quarantine 1918, #restriction, #Separation, #Shearin by Lucy Crispin

There’s nothing new under the sun, as this week’s poem reminds us: here’s ‘Quarantine, 1918‘ by Faith Shearin. Garrison Keillor will read it to you, too, if you like; the poem begins at about 2.34.

“A new and compelling voice, at once both disciplined and passionate, both serious and moving.”
— RV Bailey

“… the lift of [‘bread of heaven’], steadily rising from the mundanity of sliced bread to an intimation of grace, all managed in a plain conversational style is quite something to behold”

—Greta Stoddart

“… Astonishing precision and accuracy… rhythmically and sonically superb.”
—Martyn Crucefix

Lucy Crispin lives in Wray, England. A former South Cumbria Poet Laureate, she’s widely published in print and online journals and has been placed, listed or mentioned in over 30 national and international competitions. Wish you were here and shades of blue are both published by Hedgehog Press and are available here. You can find out more about Lucy here.

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sounds familiar