Misreading the blueprint
By: Mary Mulholland
About The Poem
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.Return To Map
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