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POETRY IN THE PLAGUE YEAR
Poems written during the Coronavirus Outbreak 2020
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Lincoln Jaques Auckland, New
Zealand
Poem written Monday 11 May 2020. The Roommate I almost killed the cyclamen that sat behind my monitor; the radiation curled its purple petals, crisped the buds,
dehydrated the leaves. I brought it back to life. A
jumping spider moved in, took a liking to the one blooming flower. Daily as I worked, it would jump out of the cyclamen, hop over my desk, onto my knuckles, slip on the QWERTY keyboard. Stopping sometimes to look at me (spiders are excellent at
staring). Once it landed on an open book, covering the word “velocity”. It jumped and jumped, covering words, creating a language. I
noted everything down. It was writing
poetry— or so I hoped. But maybe it was
just lonely. I never saw another jumping
spider. One day I came to work at my desk, I checked the cyclamen that now grew more leaves. It was gone;
moved out. I miss you jumping, my little
jumpy friend. I hope you’ll remember me, and
that first word we shared: “Velocity”. |