Misreading the blueprint

By: 

Mary

Mulholland

I was lucky enough not to have Covid, but was struck by its metaphorical parallel of being in a claustrophobic, obsessive relationship. I did a zoom workshop with Arji Manuelpillai, through the Corn Exchange, in which he had invited an Covid expert to explain the C19 blueprint. I was taken by how beautiful the blueprint illustration she showed us looked. It brought the Bluebeard story to mind. As someone who fits into the category of vulnerable, I would do the ‘two bridges walk’- crossing Chelsea and Albert bridges, which had imposed a one-way-crossing scheme, through Battersea Park and along embankment. I wrote and read a lot. Poetry kept me sane.

I’d been so long on my own when we met

it was unexpected. We walked on your beach,

you wrote my name in sand, I was charmed.

You wanted me to be yours, within days moved in,

uninvited. My place in Chelsea now yours. And

at first I thought it was fine. I’d forgotten the rules.

You make your own: cross the bridge the wrong side,

refuse to leave. At home the food’s become tasteless.

You’re taking over everything, including my friends,

shapeshifting like a second shadow. You push me

to the edge of my bed and finish my sentences.

I wonder if you are now appropriating my cells.

Once I found you so attractive you left me

breathless. I think you just hijacked my life.

More from Poems

Heathrow Airport Toilets

Heathrow Airport toilets are composers: their overture is largo: Their instruments are the echoing footstep, the...

HOW TO BREATHE

This poem was written during lockdown last year. I am lucky to have my local park,...

Moments

Moments of connection were so precious and effort was made with a simple smile in unexpected...

Become a Member

Our Members are champions of literature. Their support makes our engagement work in schools and prisons possible and they enable us to celebrate literature in all its wonderful diversity. As a thank you, we give them all the joys of a literary festival and book club rolled into one, all year round.