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    Lockdown Eclipse


    Beth Hunt is not only an award-winning writer and poet, she is also the co-owner of the legendary Hemingways bookshop in Hermanus. Lockdown Eclipse is her latest poem. She describes it this way: “It certainly expresses how I feel about the tragedy of the coronavirus. So much joie de vivre is now missing.”

    Beth Hunt. Photo: The Grotto


    The moon is not masked.
    She is beyond the stratosphere of
    such mandatory rules and nightly curfews.
    I love the moon –
    wild in her own wacky way
    riding clouds, her celestial chariots winged with birds
    a cherub gliding like a blush-cheeked ballerina
    across the star-lit stage of the sky.
    The moon is the only joy real to me now.
    I’m sheltered beneath her timeless yellow smile.
    Sometimes she hangs suspended, a round white button
    or pinned as a brooch to a velvet cape
    night-spangled with bright jewelled lights.
    What can she possibly think?
    This mango-fizz moon goddess
    watching the world’s sanitised society below
    pale-faced from a rampant pandemic
    seemingly safe, anonymous behind a strip of cloth,
    empty-eyed, not knowing which way to go
    nor how to make sense of such a global experiment.
    I stretch out my arms and look up.
    I love the moon
    to her I come drinking hope and happiness
    from her infinite cup. – Beth Hunt


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