A Poem For Friday

Many of you will know my guest poet this week. It’s the talented Geoff Le Pard. Before you read his powerful poem, here’s a bit about him:

Geoff Le Pard started writing to entertain in 2006. He hasn’t left his keyboard since. When he’s not churning out novels he writes some maudlin self-indulgent poetry, short fiction and blogs at geofflepard.com. He walks the dog for mutual inspiration and most of his best ideas come out of these strolls. He also cooks with passion if not precision.

On Loss


Geoff Le Pard

I wrote this after I listened to actress, Ruthie Henschell describing being allowed to visit and hold her mother one year after lockdown started and how her mother is now speechless and incapable of walking, all lost during her enforced isolation; a cruel death-in-life.

I’ve lost you to Covid.

In March we held hands. Shared memories and chocolates.

They closed the doors and the sun shone on the empty windows.

Your smile faded, like a slow sunset

Angry reds and bruised purples.

Others died and we maintained our unsocial distance.

Summer arrived, bringing hope and a new window,

The only rain battering it our tears as it stayed shut.

We locked gazes but we saw reflections of ourselves,

Just absences.

Our words drifted against the glass, familiar phrases beating that pane,

Deadened, turning you wordless.

Autumn’s bronzes set hard,

You sculpted yourself in your familiar seat

So still, breathing your silent despair.


We left winter’s bleak void for another hope:

A vaccine.

A new opening. A new promise.

Test, temperature and there you were.

I held you, those so familiar bony shoulders, tangy scent, that little scar.

But you’d gone, you’d left the building of your body.

A living breathing husk,


Saved by science, killed by kindness.

We shared treats but only I have the memories

And no one to share them with.


If you want to read more of Geoff’s poetry, he has a collection available from Amazon:

Famous poets reimagined, sonnets of all kinds, this poerty selection has something for all tastes, from the funny, to the poignant to the thought-provoking and always written with love and passion.



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31 Responses to A Poem For Friday

  1. A very moving poem by Geoff, Esther. Thanks for sharing.

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  2. TanGental says:

    Thank you Esther.

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  3. Darlene says:

    This poem, by the talented Mr. Le Pard, hit home. I just lost my dear mother. I had not seen her for 15 months and could not go home to say goodbye. My heart is broken as I think of her not getting many visitors the last year.

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  4. I’m not surprised by this but I am so saddened Esther. The elderly are so impacted by this time. It worries me so much I’ve seen such a decline in my dad during this time and that was way back in the summer. It worries me how he is now. A poignant poem from Geoff that gives voice to our fears.

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  5. TanGental says:

    It’s so hard not to touch. I do fear we’ve been over zealous because of the early disasters thus creating two disasters. And on the same programme were two women in their 80s, bright and sharp if grail who were furious to be told what to do. As one said it stopped being illegal to commit suicide in 1961 so who the hell are the government to tell them they can’t take a risk if they want to. Quite.

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  6. Geoff’s poignant poem touches all of our fears. So much death… sometimes I just can’t deal except through the written word. In America, there are plenty that don’t follow the rules and the results are still the same. ❤

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    • TanGental says:

      I know we shouldn’t anthropomorphise a virus but it’s a cruel little sod the way it has caused so many knee jerk reactions and encouraged the oddest behaviour bringing out some of the best and worst in people and organisations. But mostly I think it has exposed some things that needed exposing. We shall no doubt see when we can look back in this when it is over.

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  7. What beautiful, sensitive writing, Geoff. It gets right to the heart of Ruthie Henschell’s story and to the hearts of so many similar stories around the world. Your poem also strikes a chord with many of us who have not had anybody close de as a direct consequence of this devastating virus.
    My father died in 1999, before the terrible COVID swept the world. The last time that I saw him in his care home, he was skinny and weak. I still speak with him every day. In fun, and in my writing, I call him Bony Tony. He was once strong and energetic and full of fun. He is upset by th spread of the virus and the way that people endanger others by behaving irresponsibly.
    Although he escaped from his frail body before COVID could get close to him, your poem brings him into my mind and draws him close.
    Thank you, Geoff, for your lovely poem.

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    • TanGental says:

      thank you Lance; so beautiful articulated. I, too talk to my father a lot more than sanity anticipates and he would be agreeing with your sentiments, expressing that frustration. Meaning well really doesn’t cut it…

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      • To make matters worse, my Dad was an eminent professor of medical statistics (the first in the world). He is furious about the way that the pandemic has been mis-handled in this country. Some politicians and others should be relieved that he is no longer physically present as they would feel the heat of his wrath.

        He was also passionate about good use of language. He would also have loved your poem.

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  8. Reblogged this on Write to Inspire and commented:
    Geoff is a kind, sensitive human being. It shows in this beautiful poem. He has captured the story of Ruthie Henschell and her mother perfectly. At the same time, his poem connects with the stories of so many people around the world during these difficult times.

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  10. markbierman says:

    A haunting and heartbreaking tribute to his Mother and the sorrow of these times.

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