Jemima Charles- Jones

Jemima Charles-Jones - Sonnet from Home Isolation

Soft echo hopelessly reaching for the hills,

Screaming for freedom and wanting to run...

This echo begs but still deadly touch kills.

Now we’re reminded, death can’t be undone.

Happy past, now I long for the echo,

Desperate cry, like a sad unheard voice.

Dreaming to climb these steep cliffs like a gecko.

Although staying here was not by my choice

To leave that cave would make a strong death wish.

To travel beyond here even more so,

But to hear more than the winds whoosh and whish.

To this offer, I could never say no.

This outside world I hardly remember,

The sun that rose, brighter than ember.