Uncharted

Posted on April 9, 2020 by Stephen Shellard

From a clear blue sky

The mist came down, 

Pebbles in the bed of a stream

Unheralded by the sirens

That play loud in our ear.

We turn to peer at our companions, confounded.

And now, uncertainly,

We take our first steps into this new reality,

Destination unknown

— 8th April 2020

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About Stephen Shellard

I am a retired College lecturer, having worked originally in supported programmes but latterly having taught social science subjects, Psychology and Politics, though my degree was in Sociology. I am from Newry in Northern Ireland, but now live in Dumfries in South West Scotland. https://carruchan.wordpress.com/about/
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2 Responses to Uncharted

  1. Angus Macmillan's avatar Angus Macmillan says:
    April 17, 2020 at 6:15 pm

    Your poem catches the mood very well, Stephen, of the fog in which most of us find ourselves – the fog of uncertainty created by the virus itself, and the fog of confusion created by our leaders, now, for once, dependent on ‘experts’.

    Angus M

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    • Stephen Shellard's avatar carruchan says:
      April 17, 2020 at 6:19 pm

      Thanks for that Angus. I hesitate to think of myself as a poet, but sometimes this kind of sketch offers a satisfying summary of what I am thinking about something.

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