Lockdown Triolet

Oh why wear a mask and disposable gloves
in this void, while I yearn for your touch,
we ought to be mating like turtle doves,
not wearing a mask and disposable gloves.
Oh when can we meet with our now-estranged loves?
The frustration’s becoming too much,
and why wear a mask and disposable gloves
in this void, while I yearn for your touch?

Sylvia Fairley


If you have any thoughts on this poem, Sylvia Fairley  would be pleased to hear them.