Florence Welch has shared a collective poem about solidarity and help by quarantine, made from comments submitted by followers.
The Florence & The Machine singer put the decision out to her followers on Instagram, in a bid for folks to “come together in a different way” throughout social distancing introduced on by the coronavirus outbreak.
“Please write one line you would like to add to a ‘Collective Poem’ and I will try and piece it together,” she wrote. “If you are feeling afraid, anxious or isolated I send you so much love. I am feeling the same. But creativity is a small blessing.”
Now, she has shared the outcomes on Twitter. Check out the ‘Collective Poem’ beneath.
Written by you
— florence welch (@florencemachine) March 19, 2020
“Alone, but collectively,
Threads aside weaving as one,
I’m frightened about what the longer term will deliver for my mom,
I lit a match for you,
In the calmness of my room,
Rituals return to the stovetops and altars arrive in our bellies.
“And I shall wait three days, 20 years,
Or even an age for a brighter second,
Falling in love,
Like by no means earlier than,
On reverse sides of a long-locked door,
And in the future trying again,
I’ll discover a motive to hug you tighter.
“I recall the fingers touching the violin whereas exiting the church,
Every petal a liked one,
The gathered kids searching.
“Sometimes I neglect the solar,
But there it’s once more,
Spring is pouring from my mouth,
I’m having fun with feeling small and perishable,
Then changing into the sky,
I let myself fall in.
“And then all of it started,
This drowsiness is horrifying,
The days blurred,
I kiss your ribs as a result of I need to really feel the way in which you breathe,
I maintain the smallest stick wedged in the door.
“The God in me begins to hope and is aware of that we sung choruses from our balconies,
To give ourselves some firm,
Hiding from the phantom in our metropolis,
An overwhelming sense of contradiction,
Staying away from what I really like out of affection,
I used to be ready for the birds to inform me it was over,
Afraid as a fevered youngster, sure to the mattress.
“Just search for the grace of your mom, my daughter, the well being care employee,
Who comes with a fabric to your head,
An extended forgotten astronaut caught in the environment,
And because it spins aimlessly,
And now alone in the darkish,
It remembers easy methods to breathe,
How to shut its eyes,
How to easily be.
“Maybe this i permission, to relaxation, to like, to breathe, to make magnificence in insanity,
Music in silence, to write down letters, to express regret, to really feel our our bodies, to really feel compassion.
Maybe this can be a lesson in deepest truths and easiest pleasures.
Will we ever once more be requested to remain nonetheless to avoid wasting lives?
“Early spring thaws the bottom sufficient to make it type to women who run barefoot by woods,
Palm leaves glittering in the sky,
A hurricane of concern,
And regardless of all of it, we’re nonetheless right here,
Only now we perceive the perils of our fathers.
“Somewhere out of it but right,
Now is our turn to take care of you.”
Earlier this week, Prime Minister Boris Johnson urged the UK to avoid venues, pubs, clubs, restaurants and other forms of “unnecessary contact” as the federal government makes an attempt to stretch out the height of the disaster, earlier than then pledging millions in grants and loans to secure these spaces’ future. A campaign has also been launched for fans to buy a “digital pint” to support independent venues.
Many artists have since taken online to host virtual gigs to music fans whereas a lot of the world is in quarantine or self-isolation.