Hermit
I line my cave
with books, poems
(to read and to write)
television dramas,
crafts (both magical
and just plain woolly)
and interesting food.
It’s good here, living
self-sufficiently. I’m
not panting to emerge,
to embrace the world
and the people. Here
I am free; no-one
has expectations.
has expectations.
Written during self-isolation in the first months of the pandemic.
Sharing in Writers' Pantry #49 at Poets and Storytellers United.
I feel very cosy reading your poem A great freedom that is
ReplyDeleteBeing a hermit does have its bonuses doesn't it?
ReplyDeleteLoved this poem so much...my feelings exactly...was going to say Hermits Unite...but that defeats the concept somewhat:)
ReplyDeleteI bags using O for your poem next Wednesday...O dear o goodness o everyone is going to use o:)
Ha ha, yes that does rather defeat the concept.
DeleteDoesn't matter if people use the same letter.
This is such a familiar situation, wrapped up neatly in your hermit cave, Rosemary! Although, I’d like to see my daughter and grandson some time soon.
ReplyDeleteI don't see my family very often anyway, as they live in a different State. But we do now meet on video from time to time – so the pandemic has actually increased our access to each other!
DeletePretty much my world through this lockdown... and I too have no complaints!
ReplyDeleteResigned to solitude with the surrounding love. How wonderful
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Much❤love
Me too Rosemary - I have no problem with solitude.
ReplyDeleteI feel the same. I have tons to keep me busy and as an added bonus my family really does get along fairly well. LOL, not that we don't have bumps here and there, but I've read about and heard some dire stories, and I feel blessed that I have a cozy home, with lots to do, and people I like spending time with near me. LOL, and Zoom too.
ReplyDeleteYes, and going into winter...the only thing I'd change about working from the sunroom is that it's *too* close to home. Means I can be online at night if I discipline myself to work outdoors in the daytime. Also means I'm not walking enough miles per day.
ReplyDeleteYes, not keeping up the walking is an indulgence too easy to slide into.
DeleteSometimes we find things to be not so bad, even wonderful when our options are limited.
ReplyDeleteFreedom is doing the things you love.
ReplyDeletei don't have a problem with the lockdown. i catch up with cleaning the house, manage to write more, and become cook to the family. :)
We're all learning more about hibernation while keeping company with something larger and unseen. Great to peek into your cave.
ReplyDeleteI love, love, LOVE this one, Rosemary, and feel the same way. I've always enjoyed my own company (as long as there are books and things to clean, lol). And although the pandemic has taken away a lot of choices--and that's never comfortable--having more time to spent with me and my books feels just right.
ReplyDeleteI wonder how it might read if you followed with an update (now?)
ReplyDeleteMuch the same – except that I'm regretting being too self-indulgent with the 'interesting food' and lack of exercise! But after all, I can remedy that without compromising my safety ... and in any case, the strictest isolation is no longer necessary.
DeleteTo have reached a statement of contentment with one's own company is a wondrous thing, Rosemary. I'm there too!
ReplyDeleteI feel a bit calmer, reading your poem. :)
ReplyDeletesounds like more than a cave - but a sanctuary. I think those who have hobbies and interests are far better equipped during these times of Covid-19!
ReplyDeleteOh, yes a spot-on write on the state of self-isolation! I relate, too. The last line of your poem, "no-one has expectations" is one of few benefits offered by the pandemic. How I enjoy my own company!
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