(Written during lockdown)

“Look”, you say as we sit in my bed,
“I can see the flerections of the fairy lights in the window,
They’re red and the sky is black,
It looks like they’re dancing in the sky”
And as beautiful as it sounds
I think to myself 
We can only see the bloody ‘flerections’
Because it’s still so bloody early and it’s still so bloody dark.
And so the day starts.