How must it feel to remain blooming, when all around you, decay has begun?
When autumn’s fire is on the wane,
And daylight lost.
As you watch the encroaching dusk from your bed,
And there is no one there to see.
I ask this of you, because you are found in many bright colours,
Yet never blue.
I ask this of you, because I wish to understand.
I am not the only one.
I have watched others lean in and take your head gently between their fingers.
I have seen them breathe inwards
In the hope of garnering your scent.
You have none.
But they are never disappointed, once they have seen you that close.
They too are wondering,
How you have come to be.
By Emma Hynes
This image and story are part of a project I have devised called There Are No Fixed Stars, my creative response to living with COVID-19 restrictions. On 22 October 2020, Ireland’s highest level of protective measures was invoked nationwide for a period of six weeks. Starting on that date, and continuing for the duration, I plan to capture a new image each day, and write a piece inspired by it. The only restrictions are that I take the photograph and write the text within this timeframe. To receive these daily posts to your inbox, you can subscribe by hitting the follow button to the right, and entering your email address. They will also be posted to my Instagram, Twitter and Facebook profiles; I may even read a selection on my YouTube channel. You can follow or subscribe to any of those at the links below. In a time when variety, stimulation and spontaneity are inhibited, my hope is that anyone who chooses to view or read these pieces might feel that they can travel while standing still, and that they might find something new in the today with the promise of more tomorrow.