April 2021: Historians tell us that the immortal Bard, William Shakespeare, lived out his entire life in the shadow of the Plague. He had plenty of time to dream up new expressions that are with is to this day, 5oo years later.
One of our members wrote this meditation on the Year of our Plague, and heard the voice of Will in her head as she put pen to paper.
If you hover with your mouse over the underlined words, the play the words are taken from will magically appear! Sorry to say it works only on your laptop. For all of you using mobile devices, you can go here and dive deep into the expressions.
My Pandemic, in the Bard’s words
I lived in a fool’s paradise
Until it hit. What hit?
“Coronavirus” –Greek to me
I’m lucky I was fit.
At first there was the wild goose chase
For toilet paper rolls;
No shopping dared, I shortly found
I’d nought to fill my bowls.
I was a sorry sight.
Some nights I hadn’t slept a wink
Although I am a night
Owl, looked as bad as if I were
Dead as a doornail bent.
On other nights I sometimes slept
To my own heart’s content.
I knew that love is blind but learned
That mem’ry’s eyes are, too.
Through days alone I pondered long
But winter’s tales are few.
I thought ‘twould last forever
I wish ‘twould vanish in thin air
But, gladly, come what may
I’M STILL HERE!