This new poem, ‘Crown’ is inspired by the threat of coronavirus and examines the image of the crown (corona, in Latin) as an unwanted fate.  The closest we can get to ‘running free’ in these circumstances is to get outside for some fresh air.  I have been particularly moved by video footage of Italian people, singing from their balconies. It’s important to remember that spring is still out there for us and if we are alone, we are alone together.

Crown

I’m not ready to wear this crown,
although the spikes are primed
and the scent of roses,
left over from plague,
taunts my nostrils,
causes high spots
on my cheeks.

I abdicate,
run free in my mind
where there are fields
and lake-rippled skies,
where flowers turn their heads to see
people in their watchtower windows,
leaning into spring.

K. S. Moore

Photo by trainjason on Foter.com / CC BY

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K. S. Moore is a Welsh Poet and Writer, based in Ireland. Her poetry has recently appeared in The Stinging Fly, Southword and Crannog.Online magazines: Nutshells and Nuggets, And Other Poems, and Ink Sweat and Tears have also featured poems. Meanwhile, flash fiction and short stories have been published in FlashFlood, Metazen, Number Eleven and The Bohemyth.K. S. Moore has been shortlisted for Flash Mob 2013, Blog Awards Ireland and 99 Fiction. She has performed at Waterford Writers' Weekend, Waterford Winterval and Swansea's Dylan Thomas Festival.

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