On social media – I use it on Twitter and Instagram – the hashtag #ThrowbackThursday refers to a post which is a reminder of something from the past. This poem doesn’t, strictly speaking, fit that category. I was thinking about the present, the recent past, and lockdown limbo.
Throwback Thursdays I will throw back Thursdays into this pile of Days: The Day we sent a birthday card to a grandchild who thinks we live inside an iPad The Day snow was forecast but though the snow tried hard it could only rain The Day the scaffolding was removed from the new house which wasn’t there a year ago The Days we sit on the settee with our lap tray dinners and watch tv The Days of vaccine news needle after needle in arm after arm blue fingers pressing The Days we put out bins pick post off the mat wash our hands The Days we walk or don’t, talk or don’t © Heather Wastie February 2020
