LOCKDOWN IN BROADCLYST
by Stephen Schlich
Around the block
In sad downlock
I go and go again.
Down to the Clyst
No footsteps missed
I go and go again.
I pass the pub
But there’s the rub
I cannot go inside.
I stare in vain
At Scratcharse Lane
I cannot go inside.
The village store
Sees me no more.
I cannot go inside.
Down to the Clyst
No footsteps missed
I go and go again.
What will unlock
This sad downlock?
I ask and ask again.
Stephen Schlich (a second cousin of mine) is a retired banker aged 87 who lives in Devon. This is the first poem he has written.