I felt the sun’s ‘warm touch’ on my left shoulder
Outside, whilst working…was a bonus now I’m older!
It served to remind me of jewels, still to unfold,
The longer days, the relief from the cold…
And, yet, daffodils nodded their yellow ‘Hello’
Mauve crocuses nestled beneath branches below.
I beamed, as I walked on this rain-sodden earth
Revealing its bounty, declaring its worth.
Harvesting leeks and rhubarb, and broccoli and sorrel
Stooping down, saw blackbird scutter round by the laurel.
Red robin perched above on a twig, stretched out his wing,
Long-tailed tits gathered and flitted, enjoying their sing,
On turning, to glance down amongst parsley and sage,
Saw frogspawn clear-glistening behind the wire cage,
And seeing the pond, Iris and Marsh Marigold mingled
Brought a flush to my face, my gloved-fingers fair tingled!
I smiled, as I heard the ‘wreckers’ break glass,
As this patch of land maintained its own Class,
Undisturbed, full of life, just pure Heaven…
Counted spent summers here, at least ten years, plus seven!
All this planning and building, the soil and its treasure…
The hours of watching and listening, the joys and the pleasure,
The fruitfulness and harvest, delight and surprise,
Were all there unfolding, in front of my eyes.
Silent Horror, April 9th Leading up to Easter 2020
Mint tea sipping,
Jack and Jill?
World stood still,
No dog patting,
Wise words saging,
All bad news,
Much to lose…
Young child screams,
Delight, it seems!
Each day same,
Life?… must go on.
Times of Tribulation – April 1st – All Fools’ Day, 2020
‘Fool’ ventured down to the Prom that day
Took chosen, odd path, chanced route, least trod,
Vain trampling, awry, o’er matted green sod,
Clambered high bluff, breathless; traversed bleak tops,
Below, vast-spreading river…above, lean lonely copse,
‘Tis “Thirty-two days syn March began”,
Familiar, stark words for a Chaucer-fuelled fan?
More than a month, of sly, creeping terror,
Unrushed in response, sprayed droplets in error.
“We should have distanced ourselves, from the start!”
Instead, we are only just learning ‘our part’…
Frail Earth breathed still, strange, quiet, so unreal,
Beyond, “Mother Mountain”, her dark gifts conceal?
Warm zephyrs connecting ‘like souls’, to far lands,
Sending songs of condolement, ‘cross gasping, cracked sands.
Now, cocooned in our spaces, with birdsong for clocks,
We network with loved ones…receive food in a box!!!
‘Nil hugs’ and no kisses, no quests…for a while,
Clan connect, knowing glances, solo stranger’s scared smile,
Bright rainbow as symbol, for lives held in treasure
Propped-up ‘Teddies’ in windows, augmenting our pleasure,
Lark thought, that this April was “Surely no joke?”
Blind ‘Hope’ channeled daily, uniting, safe-calling-together, strayed folk.
Lives in Liverpool
Worked for 37 years as a full-time Primary and later Secondary/Special School teacher and college tutor.
Writing (especially poetry) was often a release during emotional and turbulent times in the 1980s working in an area of severe deprivation and unemployment in Liverpool.
When life gets out of control, writing can often help it make sense.