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Corona Virus Poems

Updated: Mar 26

I am proud to be an N.H.S minion and work in a hospital for my Day Job. I am a porter, and funnily enough my name is Gurney. (A Gurney is also a trolley for transporting people and bodies on). But this is no joking subject.

Please find below a series of Poems and prayers, I wrote (mostly) during periods of self isolation. This is a difficult time, as it means waiting to get back onto the front line, where I want to be.

Many of these have already appeared on my Facebook posts, but I wanted to bring them together into one place. I hope that they help in some small way.


Poem. "Until I was sent home again"

24.03.2020


I emerge from my isolating

into a strange planet

I have never seen such quiet street before

And it cant be right, can it?

Normally I would see school children

But the schools are shut today

The ordinary workers that are usually here

Have suddenly gone away


The journey to work is shortly finished

The bus stops less with less people on it

Normally it is delayed by the traffic

But the cars have gone away

Ordinary people confined to their houses

For me a brand new day


Copyright NR Gurney - all rights reserved

The Invisible Threat

21.03.2020


Out there

Unseen

Unknown, clandestine

Corona awaits

Stalking the shadows

It haunts us

penetrates our darkness

Infects, attacks

Produces illness

Cripples a nation

People die

Pandemonium

No answers, no miracles

But people unite

Love starts to win

In here

Mystified

Home alone, Loved

Waiting the healing

When my body wins

And I return to society


By NR Gurney

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Prayer "Waiting"

25.03.2020

Lord I am frustrated

I don't like waiting

My desire is to be on the front line

Making a difference as you inspire me to do

And yet I am here

Home alone

In a safe place yet again

And I wait

Knowing

That I am doing my bit by not spreading the virus

By not infecting the hospital

And complying with the government advice

So why

Do I feel guilty?

Like I am failing others?

And why am I ill anyway?

And why do I strive to do more?

But I trust you will carry me through

That I will heal

And you will give me my chance

To be all that I can be

And maybe more.

So I wait

Impatiently

Yes, even angrily

Grateful to be alive


By NR Gurney - all rights reserved

Worry

26.03.2020


It is fine to say

"Now stay of work, and help the N.H.S."

But what about those who fear their employers

And don't want to create a fuss

And where are they when things go wrong

And others don't understand

When your best intentions are misconceived

And people don't give a damn

Where are they in the sleepless nights

And when my fevers high

When I fear the worst is going to happen

And fear that I could die


Now I know the worrying is bad for my health

But isolation has that effect

For we are not meant to be alone

It is a Creation fact


We make ourselves sick with worry

Our health deteriorates

Instead of getting better

We work ourselves into a state

We question if it was "them, or us?"

We ask if its "abuse?"

And in that downward-spiralling process

We stew in our own juice


So please

To just show a little compassion

Is the best that you can give

And not passing any judgement

Will help us all

To live


By NR Gurney. All rights reserved.



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