Thrown together in perfect distance

Under the sun so distant people do not believe it exists

With a face pale like morning sickness and

Invisible frozen veins of purple blue

we’ve been thrown together into perfect distance.

Somewhere in Midlands, lovers walk side by side.

But not us. We are two dots equally far from happiness.

You used complain of the cold weather in March

and I said that March was two thirds winter.

After all, they do not call them snow drops for nothing.

You have gone darker. I saw your pictures on Instagram.

I didn’t think you’d ever put colour on your hair.

But it wasn’t you, I guess.

Your wife must have painted your hair.

That was a few weeks ago cause today you’re ashen.

We have done many Marches together

some in the car and some on foot.

The motorway splits the Sandwell Valley in half

I am 15 years older and I annoy you. We’re no longer lovers.

The trees are still bare, there are the cows and horses and you and I –

we’re breaking the Covid rules and for what – this measly walk?

‘Look at the sunset’, the couple behind us says…

Beyond the field and few crab apple trees, the orange line has revealed itself

like lava trapped in marble

like the letter I have never sent,

a love pill buried in time.

This strange March

In Memory of March 2020 Lockdown

Not a month, but short for Martha or Marjory perhaps.

Her frosty lips touching the petals of daffodils,

soaked up the hail from yesterday

and I say ‘Hail, Mary – the March is on its way,

hurling down from heavens.

Water and wind confusing each other in one sick dance

getting bolder, entering living rooms, whispering strange songs

whizzing around ears, sneezing into eye balls.

Ghosts used to visit wintertime but in 2020, they’ve stayed until spring.

The bony fingers reach for a pack of cards and out comes the Joker.

Lost in the middle is us – all of US, waiting to be summoned;

Where’s the light? But wait, not yet’.

The phantoms are rummaging through cards,

the old bones in charity shops have not been this busy since 1991.

Their eye balls colour of winter grey

and the teeth silver foil.

The cards are getting bigger and bigger

and now they’ve appeared on TV.

Tangled graphs and dancing nodes

to the tune of Spring that stalls

and Death that strolls,

stopping everything.