Confinement. Or – The Lockdown ballad!

IMG_20200428_173706_381(sing to the tune of “Nothing Compares to U” by the late, great and mighty Prince!)


It’s been 7 hours and 38 days

Since I had to stay indoors.

Arrived in UK in time for lockdown –

And I have to stay indoors.

For all that time, I can do whatever I want – I can wear whatever I choose.

I can eat my dinner in front of a Netflix film –

But nothing, I said nothing can take away these blues.

Cos I want to go out, want to go out – and see people……

We have a garden and the sun is out.

And a daily circuit walk.

Nothing can stop Nature from taking over – and listen baby, even loo roll is availlable!

I can smile into every screen I see –

But it only reminds me of flu.

I went to the doctor and guess what he told me – guess what he told me?

He said:

Girl you’d better wash your hands no matter what you do.

And he’s no fool.

All the paintings that I made once – all mouldering away in the studio….

I know that in the grand scheme of things it’s not much – but it matters to me…..

Cos I gotta get out, want to get out – and hug people……..


Harbour yellow

For Toni Morrison – who used the word well.

The sun crests the pines dark in silhouette – and limns the rocks under the clear water of the bay.

Full face mask affords a vertiginous panorama of fish shoals feeding on weed, surfing the undertow – busy in unselfconscious certainty in the flickering light.

Floating supine above, the woman revels in the silent coolness of the other world.



A sudden downward rush of thrusting water and energy to her left panics a thrashing scramble for the shore – from where, aeons later, feet on solid rock – she looks back.

It is a cormorant. Diving and bobbing up with full beak in a patch of silver, illuminated.

The sun strengthens.

She is no longer welcome here.