Pandemica

The Simply Senryu Series

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Available in Paperback and Kindle format.

Publisher - Lost Tower Publications

Published: September 2021

ISBN: 978-1523871308

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Pandemica is a collection of vibrant, emotive poems written to chronicle and celebrate the lives of ordinary people living through the Covid-19 pandemic.

Often it is the little things that see people through such times which are then forgotten.

It is a memory of the nation-wide Thursday night clap for the NHS on your doorstep and of children at home, their schools closed indefinitely, painting rainbows. Their parents taping them to front windows to bring a message of hope and thanks to the key workers who continued to work throughout the pandemic.

Pandemica records the triumphs and ebullience of the human spirit in times of adversity.

'Pandemica is a beautifully crafted poem of the covid that visited the world in the year 2020. This is a good book to read and it left a good memory. I love the haiku style and other types of poems in the book.This is the second time reading a book by this author. Recommended!' SA

'This is a very good book about the pandemic. Everything written is so true and it's kinda sad. COVID did take away our lives as we saw it. We had to change our lives because of this stupid virus that came from an animal. As I said humans and animals are adaptable. Every haiku and poems on this book are so true. It's a good book and I liked it.' CP

'This collection of poetry was a fascinating insight into the lives and feelings of the people who lived through the pandemic. As a historian I want to thank PJ for recording that which is normally lost in the historical record and in such a beautiful, creative way.' T

Lockdown Part Deux

Locked in on lockdown

part two, the sequel,

storyline copied, character

development minimal.

Actors look slightly drunk.

Threat level is unchanged

and plot holes unplugged.

The audience is confused and

the ending unsatisfactory.

Sequels always suck.

Locked Down

Comfort food filled bellies
bulge over jeans shrunk
in washing machines.
Drooping pyjamas are
your new workwear.
Back garden benches
for quiet mugs of tea,
sit in front gardens
waiting to catch slow
moving neighbours.
Puberty waves once more
with face mask rashes
and exploding cheeks.
Flowerbeds turn to
vegetable plots and you
realise if society collapses
your one surviving
carrot will not last long.
While you scurry face hidden
masked and hatted into
newly opened hairdressers
and having to admit you
cut your hair and yes
it’s harder than it looks.