Write Across London Poetry Map

In April 2020, the Museum of London put out an open call for submissions of both objects and first-hand experiences to reflect Londoners’ lives during the COVID-19 pandemic and received a huge number of poems. Inspired by this, we launched Write Across London to create a poetic snapshot of the city at an historic moment in its life. 

This programme was specifically to encourage the creativity of those who have been worst affected or most compromised by the pandemic across London – people of colour, people from lower socio-economic backgrounds, older people, people with disabilities and those with pre-existing medical conditions. 

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PLEASE NOTE: Poems may contain references that may not be suitable for every reader including sexual references, swear words or other sensitive material. Reader discretion is advised. All poems have been published as they were submitted.

A complex poem about love depression and not feeling excepted and colours and numbers spring into...

I wrote this poem in a fast realisation that my life would be different now. I...

every day is new day, Enjoy and learn new things each and every DAY.....

We , All any which way suffered with Covid -19 virus, now it's high time for...

‘Bye Bees

I live in a third-floor London flat, with a little balcony. I’m ninety and crippled, so...

“How has your lockdown been?”

This poem was written for The January Challenge, a month-long series of creative challenges run by...

“I’m fine thank you”

Throughout lockdown I tried to project an outwardly upbeat and optimistic persona. If anyone asked how...

10 O'Clock Appointment

Some people have withdrawn since lockdown.

30 Second Introduction

As a retail employee I am constantly having to adapt to the changes around me, traveling...

4 am leyton, empty Francis rd (with mermen)

Been taking lots of walks in the middle of the night. The city tastes different at...

A Bit Rough

People often talk about how Brockley used to be so rough back in the day. I...

A C*VID POEM 4 U

One of those writing exercises that just flowed from my pen. The restriction allowed me to...