Contactless / Miradas-19

A pamphlet containing five of my poems from the first Covid-19 UK lockdown has been published in the ‘Unmasked Writings’ series by Egg Box Publishing of Norwich.

The experiences of those days seem quite distant now. Having WordPress and you, its lovely online readers and writers, was a central part of the experience and crucial to me being able to maintain perspective. The poems in the collection are hereby dedicated to each of you who has ever read, liked, or commented on my posts. Thank you for being out there.

Alongside a prose poem by André P Hughes, the five poems I wrote in this short collection, appear with beautiful Spanish translations by Aida López Milán. If you would like a copy, please order from Egg Box Publishing:

The publisher is a non-profit organisation linked to the University of East Anglia, all proceeds go into publishing new writers’ work…but not to the writers.

CLP. 23/06/2022


Egg Box, the publishing offshoot at University of East Anglia have just launched this anthology. There are some stunning poems in this from an amazing cohort of students. As one of the people on the course I have had some of my original poems included too, (poems not published on line).

Thank you to all my blog readers for reading, following, liking and commenting. Your encouragement is very much appreciated.

If you are interested in buying a copy, the anthology is available from

(Brexit will affect prices of the book for EU-based customers, which is a nonsense, obviously!).

With best wishes

Christopher Perry
13th October 2021

Lockdown 3 (Day 22) Eaton

A long walk on a mild day, up through Eaton Park and around the university broad. The floods at the university have drained away and although the pathways were a little sticky underfoot, it was pleasant enough.

Eaton Park has a huge model boating pond, which has it’s own pavilion and clock. It is an elegant structure, even if made from concrete. The whole venture was a way to create work for around one hundred men for at least three years in the post-war slump in the 1920s. The man in charge of the city’s parks was Captain Sandys-Winch.

A former artilleryman who served for all four years during World War One and then in the Army of Occupation in Germany in 1919, he organised the development of Norwich’s public parks. During this pandemic his work is gratefully appreciated by the current generation of citizens, even though very few of them will know of his efforts to provide healthy recreational spaces in Norwich.

The lumpy appearance of the water on the boating pond at Eaton Park is due to the partial thawing of the ice sheet that had covered it for the previous few days.

One aspect of the Captain’s work was to organise the planting of an estimated 20,000 trees around Norwich. As a captain in the artillery for four years he would have been personally responsible for the destruction of countless trees on the Continent, so this rebalancing of nature is something to be admired.

He was not only committed to the gainful and healthy employment of local demobbed soldiers, the development of 600 acres of public parks and open spaces for the citizenry, but also a respected expert on growing daffodils.

At the broad at the UEA campus there were various pairs of distinctive birds. The brilliant white of the little egrets were hanging in the willows on the west side of the water, while in middle of the water a pair of great crested grebes were resting their elegant necks on their backs, possibly watching each other with one eye half-open.

There was a suggestion that they were contemplating starting one of their complex courting dances. The pair were floating at a distance, but facing prow to prow and displaying mirrored body language to each other. It was quite cool by the broad, so not a day to wait and see if they would dance this afternoon.

There is a recent sculpture in the willow beds of the broad, The Man of Stones. He looks as if he has stepped from a unpleasant early death in the marshland. His eyes shut, he carries large flints tied to his body. He is a grotesque figure. Constructed by Laurence Edwards, this is a controversial artwork. I think that it is strikingly ugly. I am not sure who at UEA wants this disturbing apparition lurking in the reeds of the broad, or why, but its grotesque form is unpleasant. Like the cast iron figure standing on the parapet of the library building, these ghostly figures seem to have been positioned in such a way as to cause alarm in half-light, rather than inspire. They look like immature artistic provocations, for all the craft that went into constructing them.

The Man of Stones

Robins were happy to appear right by the footpath at chest height in the bushes. Every now and then a wren would rush by and dart into the undergrowth. Back on the way to town at the Colman Hospital there were numerous snow drops in flower and some daffodils preparing to open.

On the way out to the university site there were four of the hospital staff taking a cigarette break on the footpath. No, I do not understand it either. The four women did not look as if they were particularly well paid members of the team. They work at what is the city’s rehabilitation hospital and were enjoying a natter in the previously fresh air.

The butcher’s on Unthank Road has suffered a determined attack. It looks as if it has had a sledgehammer taken to its plate glass window. I will leave you to speculate as to why this might have happened.

Around the country there is increasing anger about the Prime Minister’s statement that his government “…did everything they could” to protect the population from the pandemic. The facts and 102,000 dead people suggest otherwise.


CLP 28/01/2021

Content Warning

I warned you

it was a picture of a blue tit

on a plucking post

so was taken aback

when you complained of it being

colourfully dead, guts excised


Sparrowhawks don’t piss about

they have needs to feed and be fed

but don’t we all?

so why did you complain I’d misled?

it was a plucking post

where life, death and shit happens

as you now know


CLP 20/12/2020