Isolated by Susan Cartwright-Smith

Primula in the Lost Words Garden @ Jess Cowburn

Isolated - a poem by Gosling Sike writer in residence Susan Cartwright-Smith.


Around me spring fulfills it's promise

And a world recovers

Drawing breath from deluge, 

Raising flower heads above the water. 

Now, apart from others and 

The freedom felt of movement

Where I will, 

I can only dream and wonder if

The pond is teeming

Bubbling with new life of spawn,

If buds are pushing forth

On trees surrounding hedges

Hemming in the fields. 

What wonders will await. Us

When we can return?

A missing season, maybe two

As paths are left untrodden

And every creature finds its way. 

Susan Cartwright-Smith
March 2020