I’ll be sharing my thoughts, ideas, questions that have arisen whilst enduring the UK Coronavirus lockdown. They may take any shape; poems, short stories, rants etc all early drafts (no more than an hour of work)  in attempt to overcome a fear of sharing work that isn’t finished, to keep sane, to connect to world

A black out poem (erasure poem) created from an article in the ‘i’ newspaper, Monday 6th April, No. 2922 edition.

           Letter from

                 curl like a cat
Catch a scrap of sunlight.
                     Savour it.
is vital,
                                   an escape
                                   It might simply
be the only way to see the sky
(Because you can’t get to the cinema)


© ioney smallhorne 2020

A Letter From Solace, black-out poem