Aftermath

Aftermath

A Poem by Chris Shaw
"

(With apologies to Byron as one of his poems gave me the idea)

"
So how will you greet me
when we next meet?
With your arms open wide,
with a kiss on the cheek?

How will you greet me,
I've known you for years?
Will you measure the distance
as you ponder your fears?

How will you greet me,
will you stand back and stare?
Pretend you don't see me,
when you know that I'm there?

How will you greet me
should we meet in the town?
When your sorrow is heavy 
and your spirits are down.

How will I calm you 
when we're standing apart?
When my presence is danger
yet there's love in my heart.

How will you greet me?
How will you greet me?

© 2020 Chris Shaw


My Review

Would you like to review this Poem?
Login | Register




Featured Review

Drifting apart and wondering what the person will do when you meet them next, happens quite a lot, I can relate, I’ve been an addict for several years, drifted apart from all of my friends, keep wondering if I should reach out, wondering how they’ll greet me, perhaps they’ve forgotten and moved on, perhaps they’ll welcome me with open arms, anyway, I’m rambling now, this is very nicely written madame :)

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

4 Years Ago

Many thank yous for your visit to my page. Your thoughts were most welcome. Thank you for sharing. A.. read more



Reviews

i think i would say "the hell with it" and hug you anyway...
greetings have surely changed but hopefully we haven't...
and Byron wouldn't be offended, he would probably be pleasantly surprised that he is still being read.
j.

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

4 Years Ago

So pleased to see this response back where it belongs Jacob. I have to agree with you, my arms will .. read more
It is a funny business
Van Isl. Where we live is in overall good shape with very little danger yet we do all tend to stand apart
They are talking about reopening schools for a month(?????) and that could be a mistake
Even if you know each other well, who knows about that hug!!
You echo many peoples thoughts

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

4 Years Ago

It's so strange Dave. It just goes against the grain. I couldn't hug my sister when I saw her shoppi.. read more
Dave Brown

4 Years Ago

And where is the charming Christine Anne Shaw's next poetic endeavour, he asked?
Chris Shaw

4 Years Ago

Maybe tomorrow Dave :))
You ask a powerful question Chris. I believe that hopefully, and soon, all will return to normal. That our natural inclination to warmly greet and hug and even kiss will not have been lost because of what we're all going through.

Take care - fair lady - Dave

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

4 Years Ago

Thank you Dave. I sincerely hope you are right. Social distancing does not suit me at all. Fingers c.. read more
Dave

4 Years Ago

Come on Chris! You're just as much an optimist as I am. Of course I'm right! I hope, I hope!read more
Chris Shaw

4 Years Ago

I hope so too :))
aye the aftermath thing will be strange, will we rejoice and hug or will the stand off become the norm, I am hoping for the former

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

4 Years Ago

What a thought. The stand off is so unappealing. Nothing like a warm hug. Let's hope normal service .. read more
A short and crisp content wherein some realistic facts are described...Humans are utterly bound with the circumstances, not letting them to greet and meet, chase or praise the people... We just hope for a better tomorrow... Poetically written... Thanks for sharing !!

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

4 Years Ago

Thank you Abhishek. I appreciate your visit and your thoughts. All good wishes.

Chris
First of all let me compliment you on the meter and rhyme as I loved these the most here. When done so well, they reinforce the message and they add that extra fervour to it. The repetitive concluding line is like an echoe, a heartrending one. Its a changed world. An era has passed away and we find ourselves uprooted and planted into strange, unfamiliar and unfriendly times and the pain felt is expressed here with eloquence. Perhaps, we may overcome the fear and hesitation with good old faith, reassurance and love. It has carried us through so far and it may be our only hope now.

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

4 Years Ago

Dear Pestonjee, thank you for another thoughtful review. We certainly are in strange times of social.. read more
AJNJ

4 Years Ago

Free verse sets me free yet structure somehow gives me sense of accomplishment I can't explain. I lo.. read more
Christine, this is a beautiful piece that you have written. It is especially relatable now where social distancing has certainly become the norm.

"How will you greet me,
will you stand back and stare?
Pretend you don't see me,
when you know that I'm there?"

I also loved this stanza. Sometimes, we tend to avoid the ones that we have known since we were little because we are almost afraid of how the interaction may turn out and that it is just better to keep it as it was then. Looking forward to reading more of your pieces. xx

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

4 Years Ago

Dear Nisha, thank you for your lovely review. So pleased you enjoyed my write about social distancin.. read more
Distressing questions.
I, like you, look forward to restoration of traditional human greetings--to a time when every spiritual
town crier announces the time and reassures us, "All is well!"
Timely piece, expertly portrayed.

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

4 Years Ago

Thank you Jimmy. We are living in strange times. Like you I hope normal service will resume soon. Th.. read more
I don't have as much anxiety over all this as most since I try to avoid people as much as possible to begin with. I hug my kin. I don't see that changing. But mostly I'm a crusty curmudgeon who likes his quiet privacy. I greet strangers with a tip of my hat or a wave of my hand.

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

4 Years Ago

Thank you Fabian. I find this social distancing really difficult when it comes to family. I saw my .. read more
Fabian G. Franklin

4 Years Ago

I simply have less separation anxiety because I'm mostly a stay-at-home sort to begin with. I think.. read more
I shall wave at you from two metres away, in a hazmat suit, visor and wellies, with taser in hand just in case you get all hugsy 😀
I am so gonna show this to my neighbour. She keeps threatening to lick my face if I don't take my mask off. (She's just missing her family and is away from home for the first time)
Have been thinking about that lately, the aftermath. It has a rather dystopian feel to it methinks. Perhaps men will doff their caps and bow, and the ladies will.... Still bloody ignore me 😀
Wonderful write Chris. I wonder what Byron would make of our pre covid greetings and shenanigans. He'd have thought mass lunacy was the infection, as he offered you his silk handkerchief no doubt.

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

4 Years Ago

I did see the Banksy. Love it and yes I will be banging the pots and pans. Highlight of the week:))
Lorry

4 Years Ago

No talk of a wage rise for them though. Hmm! 🤔
Chris Shaw

4 Years Ago

It needs to happen. Nurses and health care assistants are grossly underpaid.

Share This
Email
Facebook
Twitter
Request Read Request
Add to Library My Library
Subscribe Subscribe


Stats

529 Views
32 Reviews
Rating
Shelved in 1 Library
Added on May 5, 2020
Last Updated on May 5, 2020

Author

Chris Shaw
Chris Shaw

Berkshire, United Kingdom



About
Albert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more..

Writing
Fragile Fragile

A Poem by Chris Shaw



Related Writing

People who liked this story also liked..