Lockdown Coffee

15th May 2020


It's Friday again. I know the weekend is coming mainly because there is no Writer's Hour on Saturday or Sunday. So what happen's? Well, what happens is I do no writing,or very little. I might do some morning pages, but that's about it.

And I miss it , I really do. Some mornings I wake up and think shall I stay in bed for a bit longer and not do it this morning, rest my tired bones,  but then something compels me to get out and get at it. It's my great motivator and one of the blessings of being in lockdown. This morning a friend from Buckinghamshire ( you know who you are) joined us and thoroughly enjoyed it.

Coffee

She sits at the dining room table,

 her computer set up,  notebook and pen,  

a mug of instant beside her

 and it gets me to thinking...

I miss the aroma -  exciting, enticing, inviting 

I miss it wafting around me, witching it's way 

into my dna,

It lures  me in, it says: 

 I'm here for you, we have a date you and I

you know you love me

I'm here, waiting for you, 

 I'm dark , I'm rich, I'm strong,  come on. 

I miss the steps, I know them well 

that take me  through the green door

I miss the welcome awaiting me  

the laughter, the din, music  on low, 

I miss the view from the window

the pier head sitting on the horizon, 

I miss the young girl, Cara, 

who is at uni, lives in halls

has left a boyfriend at home 

two hundred miles away

I miss, all this, 

my favourite place, 

For coffee.

No weak Aldi granules here,

 poured into one lonely mug
no sitting behind  closed doors,

 staring sleepily into space

hollow blank face, 
wondering what the hell's  going on

what is it that's so wrong,

 out there in the world. 

Are there people who  are happy, 

in another distant place?  

Have they found a cafe open for,

A coffee






 





I miss those days when I'd take my book

find my nook,

 in the corner by the window
position myself so I could see the 
 people passing by,  

turn my shoulders just a little 

so the sun warms me from the outside in,

Then, when perfectly relaxed,

I'd 
 drink my coffee

delicious Cappucino,


I miss meeting friends for a catch up 
when we'd all have our different requests

always latte for Di, with a slice of cake,
"A slither of cake with my coffee," she jests 
A Mocca for Mary
Her coffee

I miss those days before lockdown 

when a frown, 

didn't bring you down 

When getting together, put back your smile, 

and all this while, you enjoyed a coffee.

I miss those days , in so many ways,

meeting friends, was a normal thing
But Mr Corona Virus  has been hard at work
 has us all tied up, dangling on the end of his string
Until cafes open, no
Real coffee

We do have a percolator and some coffee beans to go with it.
But it's not quite the same as making arrangements to go out for a cappucino. 

What do you miss in the lockdown?