Cotton shields
Into these empty clothes
angle your arms, elbows,
hands, brimming the torso,
feel the warmth flood in,
the chill curving outside.
You face the world wrapped,
cosied in, your armour
of cotton, wool and buttons.
This your mighty protection
against the invisible threat.
Yet nature walks with you,
offering its own shield,
waiting for you to notice
the bird in the hedgerow
cocking its head your way.
You carry your scowl
like a scarf, rolled up
against the sting of winter,
but this raw air could iron
it out – if you let it.
Copyright Vickie Johnstone, October 21, 2020
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