I wrote this poem during the third lockdown in the UK. It reflects my experience of staying in one place and not crossing borders between countries for more than a year. The poem has no rhymes but who cares about rhymes nowadays.
An imaginative journey in the pandemic world
I am on my way to St. Michael’s Mount
The train is moving from the North to the South of England
I see green fields and fast-flowing hill streams
But then I cross the English Channel
(or la Manche as they call it in France)
And I am thinking about people who cross it
Day by day risking their lives
And where am I going?
To St. Michael’s Mount
(or le Mont-Saint-Michel as they call it in France)
That welcomes pilgrims with the rise and fall of tides.
18th March 2021
Published by Alexandrina Vanke
Researcher, sociologist, author
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