A refound poem I wrote in lockdown.

19.04.2020

Upon barbed wire she teases captured fleece,

For, forming in boxed wood, perfected snug

And one by one a gauzy pearl awaits the finished fleet,

To warm beneath her softest, nature shrug.

Then scamper, sneak, another creeps the rows,

To stir young cheeps; the sweetest, sanctum song!

Oh tears to driest eyes this helplessness bestows

The torture, sable silk of neck and night so long!

How can I comprehend how natures strength resumes?

She’s singing on the fencepost, free of pain,

And journeys creamy fleeces, downy plumes,

To weave what may soon hold her deepest heart again.