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It's big, beautiful world let you approach the varied missions using a variety of tactics making it challenging and giving a sense of achievement. The first iteration of Far Cry was, while not necessarily perfect, a solid first person shooter. Our world of innocence was caught unaware,ДЄn experiment gone wrong a distorted sculpture.WARNING: Tedium ahead. Opaque stones, warmed by evening suns, silhouette against ultra-marine seas of sombre stars, steal the sky for themselves, overpowering the moonвЂ™s sheen, slowly sink into morning: Us A life with no colour Obscured sunsets, drenched fields now soaked like soft felt cloth, set amongst struggling burned, speckled with magpies and ravens that truly knew this place Memories like Oceans finger the land, touching minds, pull away, drawing, as near but ever away again and again and againвЂ¦ I once knew Quiet, knew Quench, knew Waterfalls falling into summer daydreams, knew Lichen, knew thoughtful thinking, knew lasting tearful embraces вЂ¦ Now living in a kingdom of cackling crows, cawing against the crackling fizz of radio stations echoing in every background, Kneeling in a puddle of pitter-pattering birdsong feeling hazy rays of sunlight blazing through showering shadows of greying raindrops, knelt as in prayer, there, day after day after dayвЂ¦ Orchards, vast, decaying, crumbling within pocked cement stone walls вЂ“ keep-out! fruit pilferers,Дust clouds clouding, only They know it is there вЂ¦ Like oak, only older, stiller, stilling, waiting for a whispering wind to wake me from the silence, Like the now we know from breathing frettingД®mpty kennels these and other warnings. The telly re-tells these as they werenвЂ™t not

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Locked in its jaws, full of power, I & you SalisburyД¬hurned out terror vapours hours away Now It draws right angles in front of your eyes but some see through it all вЂ¦ Knock вЂ“ Knock вЂ“ whoвЂ™s there? All the GвЂ™S outside our door, 1-5, popping away constantly! вЂњwake up! put on masks! the time has come!Д«ut beyond choking pollution, lungs fill with death,Д¬hanging day in, night out, dizzying times. Lock вЂ“ down, protect the NHS, save lives, control the virus, social distance, stay alert, Phone charge leads are fibrous veinal columns:Д¬onnecting, reaching, formatting a virtual, The M25: a beating pulse, ventricles, a central pathway. Tarmac veins cast steely maze-like patterns A blood outlet.Дrops plummet from airborne wings as they riseДЄ bringing of nourishment, safety, scarlet-clad, In a frenzy of duty, service, long shifts.Д¬ity airports heave with a throng of tourism вЂ“Д®ach department gate an exit. Nurses, doctors, registrars skittle towards pins Sacred hearts in the palms of its metal soul.Д®ach cubicle a tiny blood clot hiding drama, With this flippinвЂ™ вЂsocial bubbleвЂ™ Catch a VirusДЇor better days ahead What if itвЂ™s just Nature?Д¬raved tourists to taste the cityвЂ™s sweetest wares Recordings of these are included with the following contributions where we have them. Some of the other contributions were read at a Zoom session in LedburyвЂ™s online Festival in July 2020. This poem was later made into a short film that is now on YouTube Thank you to everyone for their contribution. I have found these poems extremely resonant, and I hope you will too. Other ways of thinking about, or seeing, what is happening in this present time. Nonetheless, in reading these poems, I find reflections on, and insight into, my own experiences. I am aware, as many people are, that for people and places in the world, the challenges are huge and sometimes extremely harrowing, compared to my own. Though of course everyoneвЂ™s individual experience of this situation is unique. These poems were written during Lockdown and the Coronavirus pandemic, at a time when it seemed the whole country, and in fact the whole world was going through the same crisis. ( A recording of this event will be uploaded to the Festival YouTube channel in a few days.) They read alongside poets who submitted to Ledbury Poetry FestivalвЂ™s online call out. The event featured a fascinating selection of Lockdown inspired poems, including poets commissioned by LPF, Naomi Shihab Nye, Sarala Estruch, Suzannah Evans, Elaine Beckett and Kim Moore. On Sunday 5 July, at 12.30pm вЂ“ 1.30pm, there was a Poetry of the Lockdown event as part of Ledbury Poetry Festival Online. Thank you to everyone who has submitted Lockdown poems.