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Seeing in the dark
My tale is about a Northern man, A man with true Yorkshire Grit. And this title is well deserved As every day he was working with it (grit, that is). In those days when roads were made It was done by hand, as was the rule. Percy was admired by all his mates For he invented a road laying tool.
But this invention didn’t make him famous He’s known by another, to us.
One evening, after a hard day’s shift, Laying asphalt on the roads He popped into the Old Dolphin For a quick pint to keep out the cold.
On that dark and foggy night in 1933, Percy was driving home steadily, Eagerly awaiting his tea. The weather was closing in And pitch black was the night, The journey steep and winding, No moon to give him light.
Usually the headlights would guide him on his way, As they shone along the tramlines, But they’d been removed that day, The journey became more hazardous With every mile he took, When peering through the swirling gloom He couldn’t believe his luck.
Piercing the darkness were two bright circles of light. Percy’s inquiring mind was urging him to stop, Which caused his car to stall.
When he saw the source of the lights, High up on a drystone wall. Suddenly he realised, They belonged to a black, bewhiskered cat, With the brightest, gleaming, green eyes.
This was the inspiration for which he is famous, And it comes as no surprise, To all road users everywhere, The invention of the life-saving Cat’s Eyes.
Kate
[a poem about Percy Shaw]
Tea with David Attenborough I got a text the other day It meant a lot to me It was from David Attenborough Inviting me for tea!
I took along some butterfly buns I thought he would really like that He complimented me on my cakes Then on his sofa we sat
I thought that I would invite you He explained when we settled down Because I know you love animals And that while you were here in town
I’d tell you about my travels And show you some photos too Of all the animals I’ve seen I know it would interest you.
First on the list was Africa And his programme about gorillas that time He had photos of tigers and zebra And the king of the jungle – the lion!
Then we looked at Australia There were Kangaroo jumping so fast And also snakes and spiders And Koala - my favourite at last!
David was part of a rescue in the bush fires Getting the koalas down from the trees And taking them off to a hospital to recover I just wanted to give them a squeeze!
I could have spent a week talking to him But the end of the night came too soon He asked if I wanted to go with him On a safari – you bet I do!
I’m starting to save up and pack my bags We don’t know quite when it will be It depends when travelling’s allowed again Well who’d have thought? David Attenborough and me! Christine Rowe May 2021
HI, THOMAS. I’ve always had a quiet, maybe unspoken Respect for you. Yes, we love Peter, Always blurting it out, Putting his foot in it, As many of us do. But you were a quieter one. Which doesn’t mean that you weren’t thinking, Turning things over in your mind, Wondering what He meant.
One day He said, You know the place where I am going.” And the others were silent. But you said quietly, “How can we know the way?” To prompt that strong reply, “I am the Way.”
You worried for His safety. You knew when Lazarus died And the grieving sisters begged Him To return to Bethany again, To the region where the Jews had stoned Him, You knew He was risking arrest, or even death, If He returned. But when He said He WOULD go In spite of danger You were the one to say, “Let us also go, That we may die with Him.”
So......why were you absent When the others were all there, That evening after Mary saw the Gardener? Were you so sick at heart That He had died? That all His life And your life too Had been a waste, A dream, A nothing? They told you they had seen Him, That He had talked with them. Not possible. Not after that gruelling and vicious death. But still...... you joined them when they met next time And He DID come And spoke to all your doubts. You didn’t need To touch His wounds, To put your hands into His side. You knew. And you declared, “My Lord, my God!”
And so you were the first To call Him GOD. And from then onward You were always with them when He came. And after? History’s not clear. You may have preached in India, You may have written Gospels Whatever. I’ve always had a quiet, Not now unspoken, Respect for you.
Jackie Dunn May 2021
The Conversation Piece
We were all invited to your house and as you led us to the parlour You’d got a great big smirk on your face. And from that moment on I knew for a fact that you hadn’t got an ounce of taste. It was so obvious that you loved it, you couldn’t stop yourself From telling us where it was from, how old it was and how much you reckoned it was worth. “My God”, thought I, “what an evening this is going to be! So much for fun, laughter, merriment and mirth.”
I admit your Objet d’art made us all stare. Aroused lots of comments and interest. “Give me a drink!” You brought it back from where? What’s that again? Not seen anything like it on Pinterest? Oh, er, it’s loverly, it’s er, how charming, it is vintage or an antique?” Someone says with a grin and a tongue in their cheek. “Oh”, says another, “it is unusual, a curiosity perhaps, an acquired taste. It suits your surroundings. To put it in the bathroom would be such a waste.” (cough cough.)
“Sorry”, you say. You hate to be the centre of attention? And you wish it hadn’t caused such negative conversation. “Our fault now is it?” I don’t think so! We would have more manners than to give the thing a mention.
May it be good taste or bad, just a matter of personal opinion I’d say, Whether you agree or you don’t, we can’t all be Hyacinth Bouquet! But I feel sorry for our host. To say his Capodimonte is not antique or original, Will surely make us all feel somewhat ashamed ……. and quite criminal.
Lorna February 2021 Ziggy, the Christian Cat
On Sunday mornings, an Adherent in black, listens to the service sitting on my chair’s back. It’s Ziggy, my cat. Why is he there? His eyes are closed so he must be at prayer. He can’t go to church but he joins us by Zoom. You’ll see him behind me if you look in my room. Not for him sleep on a rug or a mat. He’s as black as Satan, but he’s a Christian cat.
He always shuns the computer mouse as he sits amongst us in God’s house. Runciman, Dunn or Crome - he’ll make sure he stays at home because the Sunday service is his goal. This cat too, surely has a soul? He just can’t stay away because his desire is to pray.
He can’t give a reading or sing a song. But he’s not a sinner. He’ll do no wrong. He’s finally learned to behave, so if you spot him, please give him a wave. And if you’re feeling out-of-kilter, consider a cat, whilst on Zoom, as your filter. You’ll soon be feeling fine if you copy my saintly feline.
Ziggy, the Christian pet. He’ll be made a Member yet.
Alison Russell April 2021 Easter Monday 2021
Blue sky, white grass and rooftops, A reminder, if ever we needed it, That Winter and Spring are still in lockdown. Last week we sunned ourselves, Sitting in the garden, Inviting friends – at a distance – To join us. Today we’re shivering, Reluctant to go outside And test the sub-zero temperature. But Spring will win, Easter will overcome Good Friday, The hellebores give way to tulips And we’ll walk together In companionable sunshine.
Jackie Dunn April 2021
The Stopper's There……
I've lost my hot water bottle Wherever can it be? The stopper's there, in its usual place But the bottle I cannot see.
I keep it in the airing cupboard, But obviously not today! The stopper's there, in its usual place, But the bottle's not – no way.
I need it for my back you see, It's a bit niggly now and then. The hot water bottle's what’s needed, I'll just go and fill it again.
I've searched kitchen, bathroom and bedroom And the airing cupboard too. The stopper's there, in its usual place But the bottle? I haven't a clue!
I'm getting really frustrated now, Back's aching, I'm ready to wilt. It's half past three, and if I'd made my bed earlier I'd have found it rolled up in the quilt.
Well, the bottle won't work with no stopper, It's a lesson to you and me. Whether we're the bottle or the stopper, We all need each other, you see. Janet Janet Southgate
If Only
When William Wordsworth was wandering, wooing his daffodils There were no cars to drool over as we do now. Okay, daffodils are lovely but I’d much rather be in the driver’s seat With leather trim and the wind in my hair in a sporty convertible. That’s my kind of Wow. It’s the pleasure of being king of the road, the prestige of cruise control, Being in top gear and the thrill of acceleration. Oh thank you God for letting me be in this situation.
Like Robert Burns compares his love to a “Red, red rose that’s newly Sprung in June.” I’ll compare that to the exhilarating feeling of the performance of a Catalytic converter; The pure joy of a new hybrid, the dynamic sound of the exhaust going Boom Liken to a rocket on the way to the moon.
If you think that Richard Lovelace in the sixteen hundreds could wax lyrical In ten verses about a grasshopper, Surely then I can put pen to paper about the greatest invention on four wheels with its four Stroke engine, crankshaft and internal combustion without it being improper.
In William Blake’s “Jerusalem” his love for the splendour of “England’s Green and Pleasant Land” makes us feel patriotic and want to pray, Yes I’m happy to drive through our verdant, leafy lanes in my fast, built for Fun two-seater coupé. And some revel in the glory of the battlefields as Alfred Lord Tennyson’s “The Charge of the Light Brigade” was inspired by the war in the Crimea. “Their’s is not to reason why. Their’s but to do and die. Into the valley of Death rode the six Hundred!” I’ll seek my rapture in knowing I have an air-bag air-con in the perfectly formed body of a Luxury limousine. So it was, the magnificence of war and power. My fantasy is burning rubber on the M1 at a hundred and eighty miles an hour. Some of John Milton’s verses were religious and filled with heavenly joy. Even Walter de La Mare finds solace in his laments of love between girl and boy.
Whether it’s D H Lawrence’s admiration for the “Snake” in his poem of the same, or maybe William Butler Yeats and his sweet “Lake Isle of Innisfree”. Even T S Eliot’s love for cats and Rudyard Kipling on his way to “Mandalay”. Again these well-loved poets have all had their say. But just give me the sheer elegance of a dream machine and in my own reverie, feeling like A millionaire I’ll be on my way.
Lorna March 2021
Nearly a Year (inspired by a recent service led by Jackie Dunn)
1. Nearly a year we've been closed down with restrictions, face masks, social distancing, Two metres apart, no touching or hugs, who knew what we would be facing? So the past year has been a difficult one - a time we will never forget. Fear, isolation, loneliness, sadness, for many the most difficult year yet.
2. But Jackie inspired us, as she asked us to look back and call to mind The things for which we are thankful - the folk who have been so kind. For family and friends who have shown us the extent of their love and care. Our church family, who have helped us, and held us in love and prayer.
3. The phone calls and visits to gardens, a few words from the gate to the door, A smile, greeting, shopping delivered – received, these things and so many more. I still smile when I think of the crumble left under my hydrangea bush - Of lasagnes, curries, soup, and more, they all come to mind in a rush.
4. Then through the post, two tea cosies arrive, bright colours, stripes, tassels and all. My little sis knows how I love mugs of tea – but the teapot has got to keep warm. Maria made masks, and Jackie made pies, to keep us protected and fed. So money was raised and donated to charity as by their skills they were led.
5. We have got into zoom and poetry. We have widened networks to keep track Of those who may need some attention - we've all watched each other's back. And now the time we've been waiting for - the vaccine's here – end is in sight. We know there is still a way to go, but at the end of the tunnel, is light.
6. We'll be glad when this time is over, and we can put restrictions away. But I hope that one thing from this will continue - the on-going care for others each day.
Janet Southgate
Let Me Tell You, I Am Not a Domestic Goddess. Never was and never will be, but since this lockdown my house has never been so clean. In fact I’ve always thought and I know it’s judgemental of me That people who love cleaning must be off their trolley. So at first I thought, sort clothes in the wardrobe, that definitely needs doing. I got the hang of that, great, I kept on going. Then I decided to get down and get dirty and give everything a good scrub. Brushes and cloths and lots of lather in my bucket and a rub a dub dub! Tops of doors, skirting boards. Ledges and architraves. Getting in those corners and round those bends to where all that dirt lives. I’ve missed a bit, here give me the JIF. Don’t want unpleasant odours or a nasty whiff. In nooks and crannies there’s spiders and flies. Behind the sofa where a wood-louse dies Up the stepladders, those awkward places to reach. Will soon be spick ‘n’ span with CILLIT BANG and bleach! Out comes the long-handled broom for covings and ceiling. Gazing up at cobwebs isn’t very appealing. NOW DYSON has become a very good friend of mine and I like to get him out From time to time. With his whirr, vroom and bzzz he accompanies me singing. We make such a noise I can’t hear the phone ringing. You must remember KIWI and CHERRY BLOSSOM? Or are they from a bygone age most people have forgotten? Not me, you can see, all my shoes and boots are like new, you’d think I’d just got ‘em! Cleaning the leaves on my plants, something I’ve always done. You can ask Lesley Sanderson for more information on that one! And it’s quite therapeutic in one way or another. The befores and the afters. My plants all recover. My cheese plant’s so healthy, I polish his leaves with mayonnaise. I read it once somewhere when they were all the craze. AND DO YOU know who’s in my cupboard under the sink? Yes it’s MR SHEEN. He’s special, like no other, makes everything come up SO clean. I give him a little squeeze, press his nozzle. What a spray! I love the thrill of it all, I just get carried away. He’s my naughty secret, my guilty obsession. He’s a must for the dust. The rust goes bust. It’s my lust to be his possession. To get into tricky places where really no one sees. I have to get down on my knees. I’m so grateful that I can get down there. So whilst kneeling, I’ll say a little prayer. THANK YOU GOD.
Lorna January 2021 SHE SITS IN HER TOWER
She sits in her tower,
Looking out, full of hope. He’s coming today, she knows it. He promised.
She peers over the tree-tops, to see the road beyond. Is that him? Could it be? The hours go by
And still she waits, A little doubtful now. Did she mistake the day? Maybe she misread the message? But she’s sure,
Really sure He’s on his way. What if something has happened? The roads are so dangerous,
Anything could happen. Has he been hurt? She shakes herself. Of course he’s safe
And on his way. He’ll be here soon. It’s dark now;
Maybe she should give up for today And hope for tomorrow - Or the next day. She trusts him.
Jackie Dunn February 2021 (Dedicated to all who wait for home delivery. Apols to Alfred, Lord Tennyson’s ‘The Lady of Shalott Learning in Lockdown
I have a yearning for Bitesize learning daily on BBC2 What will it be today? Maps, Shakespeare and DNA all for three minutes, or two.
Oh, to be fourteen years old again, when everything learned remains in the brain. Now, I don’t know much about history Don’t know much trigonometry.
It’s Shakespeare week for secondary schools with Romans, and lovers; kings and their fools. There’s ‘Romeo and Juliet’ in modern dress. (Not one of my favourite plays, I confess.) I much prefer ‘Hamlet’ with his feigned madness, and his lover, Ophelia’s tragic sadness.
Shall I tune into Professor Brian talking about the belt of Orion? But astronomy isn’t my passion. I’d rather learn about 18th Century fashion. ‘Horrible Histories’ is much more my thing where rats tell the stories and even sing.
Each televised lesson is a blessing when you cannot go to school. I’m too old for the online classroom but I’ll make it a new rule to learn something new every day. If only to keep Lockdown boredom at bay.
Alison 9 February 2021
Georgina’s Present We don’t even know Georgina Or anything about her – it’s true But while she was sorting her own Christmas out She thought about someone who …….
Might be lonely this Christmas Or struggling? Just someone out there Georgina prepared a present, To help another lady feel someone’s care.
Georgina collected things together That she would like to receive, we think. Some chocolates, perfume and fizz for her bath And a bottle of wine to drink.
An adult colouring book and some felt tip pens A warm orange had and some gloves She placed all the things in a shiny blue bag It was all ready to go with her love!
Georgina wrote a card with the present ‘’I’ve enjoyed putting this hamper together …. I hope it brings you a smile and some fun. And I wish you health and happiness during 2021!’’
And so it was that my friend in need Opened her door on Christmas morning to find The present from this caring lady Who’d done something so very kind
It did indeed make my friend feel happy and loved On a Christmas Day like no other. Next year I’ll be preparing a present like Georgina’s And give so much more thought to another.
Chris Rowe January 2021
Does God Give You an Allowance?
It’s taken her well into later years to know she’s had her share. God has given her her allowance and she’s thankful. It’s no good wishing for the stars and moon. What is the point unless you have a silver spoon? And working at life’s not an easy game. There’s no two ways about it, not one of us is the same. To get where we are today most of us suffer some sort of pain. In some cases more than others we are the ones to blame.
She’s had her chances and she’s made some wrong choices. Perhaps she was listening to the serpent’s voices. She’s had her share of passion and love, excitement and fun. She’s been there, done that. Ha, the Tee shirt she won! She played the game, admits there was no one else to blame. Even tried the grass on the other side But it was only slightly a different shade of green. Kisses that sent her to a different world. Rockets soared and exploded, yeah, the rest is left untold. But with the good there comes the bad. A paradise lost, happiness turned sad. So yes. She’s got all that she’s allowed and she’s thankful.
She enjoyed most of it, fell down and picked herself up. Lots of rough times and good times, some really tough. But contentment is a gift hard won. She’s got all she’s allowed and she’s thankful.
Frank Sinatra sang, “Regrets, I’ve had a few.” And she’s had a few that I know of. She’s read somewhere that God only gives you what He knows you can endure. She’s had many questions for Him in that department that is for sure. But whatever she’s done, wherever she’s been, If she hurt anyone she repented – now her conscience is clean. Her fortunes are her children and grateful for good health She swapped her Lamborghini for grandchildren. They’re her wealth. SHE’S GOT ALL THAT SHE’S ALLOWED AND SHE’S THANKFUL.
Lorna December 2020 Freedom
I opened up the wardrobe where the clothes hung, forgotten, within. I don’t think I’ll be wearing them now I’m not that slim! I can’t wear the pretty dresses as we don’t go out any more. But it’s given me a sense of freedom which I didn’t have before!
I don’t wear make-up on my face, it lies redundant in the drawer with mascara, eye shadow and lipstick it’s not needed any more. I like the sense of freedom that I didn’t have before!
I picked up a box the other day and as I turned the clasp, the lid flew open and what it revealed almost made me gasp. I’d forgotten about all my jewellery, as I don’t wear it any more and it’s given me a sense of freedom that I didn’t have before.
My underwear lies, forlornly in the drawer. Frilly things I never wear. They only come out for parties which we don’t go to any more. The restrictions of a tier system, mean we can’t travel very far. So in a desperate bid for freedom, I’ve thrown away my bra!
What Shall I Do about Christmas?
What shall I do about Christmas? I've been pondering this for a while. Our family times with games – some silly, They always raise a smile.
But this year is so different. The virus has done its worst. We've been in and out of lock-down, It really has been such a curse.
We have had this for nearly a year And times have been very sad. We have come through a lot together - It could have driven us mad.
But we've all looked out for each other, We've cared, supported, cried, sometimes smiled. We've gladly met up whenever we could - With our poems we've gone a bit wild!
So back to Christmas, and I've decided That this year I'll stay at home. The rest of the family will do the same, And we are not going to moan.
Family, friends, we're in it together, And at Christmas, wherever we are, Our love and support for each other, Will continue, and shine like the Star.
So the light will guide us in darkness, And lead, as it did the Wise Men. And Christmas will always be Christmas, And we'll meet up and play games again.
Janet
Janet Southgate
A Visit from St Nicholas? Christmas 2020
‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. No stockings were hung by the chimney o’ernight, because Covid-19 had given the family a fright. There were no twinkling fairy lights, nor anything pretty and all because of a man named Chris Whitty. He said, “If you want Christmas you must stick to the rules, but don’t think we’ll announce early closure of schools.” The rules are: put Gran at the end of the table And open as many windows as you are able. Do not share your crockery, spoons, forks or knives. Just think of the virus and the saving of lives. Make sure elderly Auntie is out of your reach And ensure that she leaves when the Queen’s made her speech. Whatever you do, don’t sing, dance or shout in case your saliva is sprayed all about. Don’t drink any alcohol in case you forget to stick to the rules, an act you’ll regret. If you wish, you can put up a pine, fir or spruce but you can’t have a party, just a five-day ‘truce’. Don’t dust off the board games. You must give them a miss. And whatever you do, don’t give Uncle a kiss! The number of households you can mix with is three, And just for five days, so think hard whom you’ll see. You must stick to the rules. You can’t have a ball. Does the virus know it’s Christmas time at all? Please try not to fret and don’t look so glum. There will be a vaccine. Just think - JVT and his mum. Where’s Santa in this? Will he stay far away? Or, as a key worker, will he come Christmas Day? Then I heard him exclaim (all alone in my room), “Happy Christmas to all. I will see you on Zoom.”
Alison 3rd December 2020
Thanks a Bundle, Lord
For all life's blessings that are free, For good things that we hear and see, And most of all for loving me, Thanks a bundle, Lord.
For Mums and Dads who've put us right, For sisters to play and brothers to fight, For homes where we live, for beds at night, Thanks a bundle, Lord
For days of happiness, and joys, For husbands, wives, our girls and boys who drive us mad with all their noise, Thanks a bundle, Lord.
For all the different things we do, For lovely people, friendships true, Because I'm me and you are you, Thanks a bundle, Lord.
For life's long road that we all tread, For giving us our daily bread, For days gone by, and years ahead, Thanks a bundle, Lord.
For health and strength each day to face, For giving us a little place within the world, our own small space, Thanks a bundle, Lord.
For being there to help us through those days when we are feeling blue, Times when we don't know what to do, Thanks a bundle, Lord.
For those we love who've gone before, We long to see them all once more. One day we will, of that we're sure, Thanks a bundle, Lord.
For giving us this lovely day, Please give us many more, we pray, But just before 'AMEN' we say Thanks a bundle Lord. Daphne Askew
Indoor Cat by Kate Woodcock about Alison’s cat Ziggy
I have a cat, His coat is black. He sits on the arm of the chair. With his eyes of green He’ll give you a stare, So beware! If you want to sit there.
Stay very still And maybe he will Come and sit on your knee And purr. He’s a beautiful cat, No doubt about that, With his long and silky fur.
He’ll crouch by the door And his eyes will implore Me, not to go out!
He’ll chase cat-nip mouse, All through the house, Darting hither and thither to catch her. Or he’ll scratch at his post, It’s what he likes most, Scritchery, scratchery, scratcher.
He likes to pretend He can e-mail a friend And sit at the computer for hours.
He begins to stir, And with a trembling purr He flexes his claws as he stretches Then he flies from the room, Like a witch on a broom. He’s a longing and lust for milk.
Then feeling replete, He’ll stealthily creep, To sleep, In the back of the deepest armchair.
I love that cat His coat is jet black, As he regards me with jade green eyes, And I? I am mesmerised!
Reading Is Good for You
Reading is good for you. Not the Berkshire market town, but novels, poems, biographies; any book you can’t put down.
So …. When you feel under stress and your life is a mess, read a book.
When you need a new scheme, plan, idea, or a theme, read a book.
When you can’t retain facts and words slip through the cracks, read a book.
When you want to learn more to boost your IQ score, read a book.
When you can’t get to sleep and you’re fed up of sheep, read a book.
When you feel low and sad and you’d rather be glad, read a book.
When you’ve got too much leisure and you need to find pleasure, read a book.
When you want to stay sane and strengthen your brain, read a book.
Alison August 2020 Pies
Matilda told such dreadful lies But she did confess she loved her pies. And you remember Desperate Dan? His cow pies made him twice the man. We leave out Santa’s favourite dish – Mince pies – so he will grant our wish. At every local football match The pies go swiftly down the hatch. I shouldn’t like a blackbird pie They should be flutt’ring in the sky! And Banner Cross ate pies of meat To help make Christian Aid complete. So ……… We love a pie O me, O my. And when we die, Pie in the sky?
Jackie November 2020
NORTHUMBERLAND
Not had a trip here for a couple of years! Over the Scottish border for a few days in Beautiful Beadnell. Remembering wonderful family times here. The sunshine is here in the North East. Hiking a beautiful Coastal Walk – it was over 10 miles! Understanding that this would be a quiet trip with more restrictions. Missing seeing our dear friends – as the Geordies are back in Lockdown. Blessed to be in Bamburgh Enjoying some fish from the Smokehouse in Craster Running quite a speedy 5k on the Coastal Road Loving every moment and wishing we could stay longer Ambling along in Amble – with a Spurelli’s ice cream Not enough time to visit the Farne Islands this trip. Dad will be looking down on us enjoying the places of his childhood.
Chris Rowe
To Dad on his 90th Birthday
Ageing Dad in chair With the grizzled hair. Do memories of the years – Laughter, joy and tears – Bring pleasure to your heart, Gladden its every part? Dad, your children know What to you they owe. Love, care in many things. The chance to spread their wings. Sheer hardworking pluck, Your answer to ill-luck. A father to admire with energy afire. With ever-active mind, Yet sensitive and kind. You’ve set your heart in gold. Cast in love’s deep mould. So, ageing Dad in chair Enjoy your memories there.
Aileen Hopkinson December 1984
The following poem is dedicated to our esteemed friend, Bob Mellers, who has given his permission for it to be printed
Oh For A Good Night’s Sleep
Now there’s pocket-sprung or continuous coil, even open-coil and memory foam. Complicated to most people but for some it’s their family’s history, passed down from home to home. Imagine having to sleep on a mattress filled with horsehair as they did long, long ago. Now we’ve many choices like coil-springs, synthetic fibres. Damask-sprung to lie on, head to toe. For a peaceful slumber let me lay, On luxurious softness. Not a mattress filled with straw and hay!
In the olden days they had metal beds, with springs squeaky and rusty. And a mattress that was filled with RAGS, all mouldy and dusty. Oh to have a good night’s sleep at the end of the day And sink into a soft, satin-cushioned sprung mattress, close my eyes to the world and drift away.
Well I’ve been to BENSON’S*, they reckon they’re the best, And DREAMS*, they say that THEIR beds will give you a blissful rest. I’ve laid on a “SLEEPEEZEE” a “SILENT NIGHT” and a “SEALY”. It’s hard to choose one, and they’re not cheap! No! Really!! But whichever I choose, whether single, double or king-size. At the end of the day, when I close my eyes Do I care about these so-called pockets and springs? I just want to sleeeeeep and have wonderful dreams.
Lorna October 2020 When My Sheffield Boomed
We’ve got Benjamin Huntsman to thank for inventing the crucible process of steel. Imagine what it was like before. We can’t. It doesn’t seem real. But that was in 1742, old Sheffield town, all farms and fields. Our fast-flowing rivers provide what was needed to drive the water wheels. As far back as 1297 the history books mention a Robert “The Cutler” paying his taxes. SEE! We were already by then grinding our blades, knives and axes. Our land gave us iron ore, millstone grit, coal and clay. Life must have been quite simple then. Back in the day. But they DID slog at their labour and tarried at their skill Working all God’s hours, the dust making them ill. Even Geoffrey Chaucer in the 14th century in his “Reeve’s Tale” saying our dreary and dirty old town Acknowledges that Sheffield for its metalwork was renowned.
In 1743 along came Thomas Boulsover and he invented silver plate. Our town, not yet a city was now becoming great. But at what cost? Vulcan was our god and through our name we found fame. WHEN SHEFFIELD BOOMED.
You’ve heard of Henry Bessemer in 1855? He patented his Bessemer process and we really did come alive. Making steel more available to build a new world. For skyscrapers, girders, bridges and railroads. The Industrial Revolution. AND SHEFFIELD BOOMED.
Furnaces spewing out an inferno. Poor men. Day and night, they suffer again and again. Our forefathers sweating with the heat from the ovens. Forges and kilns needed to be fed like their children. The tedious toil. The eternal slog. As the tongues of fire glowed through the filthy thick smog. And the dark and dismal houses. The narrow back to back streets. When the sky rained soot and only the furnaces gave heat. THIS WAS WHEN SHEFFIELD BOOMED.
Wildfire in the steel works. Sparks could send you blind. This was Lucifer’s hell, Sheffield was a fire-box, men must have lost their mind. THEY fed the molten steel in and out of the crucibles like lava day and night. The factories never sleeping and the town always alight. The crashing, the endless banging. The never-ending thud. No wonder my poor dad had bad hearing in the end. Joining the thousands of men marching down dingy streets in their hobnailed boots, hunched against wind, snow and rain. Knowing there was nowhere else to go, this was their life, their pain. I SHIVER WHEN I THINK WHAT HIS LIFE WAS BACK THEN. WHEN SHEFFIELD BOOMED.
I remember him coming home with this haversack and billy can. I know he worked hard but he never let on. And I remember too he smelled of oil and kicking his black steel-capped boots off under the table. They never saw polish. They never had to. But I know he lost a finger through it getting septic from some steel. I was far too young to ask him if it hurt or “How does it feel?” Like “How long was he off work for, did it affect us back then?” “How did they manage for money, was there social security?” That’s what I should have asked way back when. We always had good holidays, good Christmases, good memories too. So thank you Walter Marshall, I wish I’d spent more time with you. WHEN SHEFFIELD BOOMED.
Lorna Masks and more Masks.
Maria is making masks like mad - She's got a factory going. It started up in lock down And now she can't stop sewing.
We have to wear a mask in church - And shops – and other places. Some wear them under their nose and chins But we wear them on our faces.
Most of us had the standard ones Bought on the internet. But Maria came with a smart classy one - The best that we'd seen yet.
“I'll make you one” she said - “no probs - What colour would you like?” Before we knew it she'd got a list She'll be up making them all night.
So she's taken on a helper - A nice chap – his name is Owen. He gets her elastic, and things on eBay To enable her to keep going.
The money raised is building up For our church charity. We all would gladly have paid her But she won't take a pen-nee!
What will she do when she’s finished? She'll get out her yoga mat. And as for Owen, we know what he'll do - He'll retreat back up to his flat!
So a big THANK YOU Maria For making some for me. You're artistic, and kind and clever And we'll wear them for all to see.
Janet Southgate October 2020. Vision
Where there is no vision, the people perish. Old Solomon got it right, If indeed he was the one who wrote it. You can see what he meant; If we look no further than our nose end That’s all we’ll see. If we keep our eyes on the ground We’ll see only mud or concrete. Perhaps now, more than ever, In these Covid times, We need to turn our eyes upward, Not looking behind to what used to be, Or even just ahead, fearful for next week, Or a cancelled Christmas. We need women and men of vision, To see a new world, A new way of living And take us with them, Into the future. Where there is no vision, the people perish.
Jackie 1 October 2020 (National Poetry Day 2020 – theme was Vision)
Back to Work Well I feel like the new girl, on her first day. New rules, PPE, walking only one way. Walking in ‘bubbles’ with very young children. Smiling faces, and shouting, “Walk, don’t run.”
Six months at home doing jigsaws and reading. Lockdown was strange, isolating and shielding. This virus is here now, part of our lives. Wearing masks, 2 meters apart, but we still thrive.
So lovely to see the kids’ smiling faces. Chatter, holidays, tying children’s laces. Out in the playground, running about. Joyous to hear the children shout.
All in all, not too bad, this first day. Life goes on, but in a different way.
Hazel 4/9/2020
Where on Earth …… ? Where on earth have I put me purse? Yesterday I lost me bag; In the olden days, when I had me wits, But technology now has got me fuddled. The phone should always be kept by the stairs. Me specs have legs, more than I can claim, I’ve tried tying knots but tissues won’t take it. I’ll just sit still and not move a muscle.
I kid you not – I’m getting worse! Trailed upstairs again – what a drag. Each thing in the house was kept in its ……. place. Me eyes are dim! and me brain is muddled. But the mobile job could be any old wheres. And biros run everywhere, just the same. Whatever I touch I’m sure to break it. And maybe life will be less of a tussle.
Jackie 4th September 2020
Somewhere
There’s a place for us Somewhere a place for us But it’s cold in the open air So we can’t meet there
There’s a time for us Someday a time for us Time together with time to share Time for verse Time for prayer Someday Somewhere We’ll find a new way of meeting Where there’s some air and some heating Somewhere
There’s a place for us A time and place for us Is it Zoom where we’ll meet on screen? Is it church where we’ll have to clean? Somehow Someday Somewhere
Alison 30 September 2020 (channelling Stephen Sondheim) This is Me
Lord, this is me. Not always liking what I am, or the image that I see. Lord, You have said That in Your image I am made, But that's a hard act to live up to, and I am afraid that there are many times in life when I fall very short Of living life the way You did, or doing things I ought
Lord, this is me. Not always with a smiling face, or feeling full of glee. Lord, You know very well that sometimes life is hell, and at other times it's grand. But there are many things in life we'll never understand.
Lord, this is me. Not always being kind and good as You would have me be. Lord, You listen to my problems When I want to pray. Help me to have the time for others, Not to walk away.
Lord, this is me. Different I wish I was, but cannot seem to be. Lord, You have said You will make all things new. So I pray that when You say “All things” You mean “All people” too.
Daphne Askew No Time
I woke up late one morning And rushed into the day. With all the jobs I had to do, I didn’t have time to pray.
Hurrying children up to school Who dragged their feet on the way, And the day was getting hotter, still, I just didn’t have time to pray.
Walking dogs into the park, There wouldn’t be time to play, I was in such a hurry, That I couldn’t have time to pray.
The hours were getting busier, I had cakes to make that day, And in my haste I burnt one, Now there would never be time to pray.
I dashed through the housework, Missing out lunch on the way, Waging war on dust and dirt, I just couldn’t stop to pray.
By the evening I was tired, And exhausted I laid on my bed, It was then that I remembered What is was that God had said.
“When your life is getting harder, And you need help with any task, Just take a few minutes to speak to me, You only have to ask.”
I woke up the next morning, Thinking about the new day, I put my hands together, And took a few moments to pray!
Kate
THE GHOST CHURCH
I quietly opened the doors to the church and thought, “There's no-one there.” It was strange, they did not see me. Or if they did, they didn't care. There was an air about my church; I'd never experienced before. I was frightened, I can tell you, but something led me through the door.
Over in the choir stalls there's jolly Mary-Jayne. Laughing with Ann Roberts who I thought I'd never see again. Roger's deep in conversation with Bob Chambers and Margaret Lawford, And near the vestry, Duncan's looking for his drum-kit in a cupboard. Leonora's noticed him having trouble with it And in her own sweet way asks. "Are you alright?" And helps a little bit.
Harold Ullyatt's sitting over there, he seems in a little trance. I bet he's thinking of his wife and how they use to dance. Oooo, look who’s standing with lovely Helen and hubby Trevor. They’re reminiscing with Betty Watson, same surname, but not related, I’m sure
It’s Margaret Elliott. "Hey Margaret! Look it's me!" She's collecting hymn books with Madge Forrest, then they'll make the tea. The Women’s Network is busy organising June Emerson's famous strawberry tea. Gwen Metcalf says she'll bake some scones, she's such a busy bee.
Jean Shelley's chatting to Ann Chambers and Beattie Gladwin too. All happy with their jobs for June's garden, there's always tons to do. Shirley Coates and husband Bryan are setting out their stall With leaflets for leukaemia research to give to one and all. THEIR DEDICATION IS NEVER ENDING.
Jean Jackson's sharing memories with dapper Sidney. What a man! And with them it's Bill Franklin. I can only just remember him. Busy on the platform Betsy Ginn is getting ready for Her sermon on Sunday, I wonder what she's got in store ….. for us.
It's a parade service and Gillian Speed makes sure the Girl Guide flag is on display. While Joan Rowe moves out for Thelma. No wheel-chair now. Don't get in her way! (whisper) They don't see me there. I close the door. I'm not wanted ……. Yet.
Lorna August 2020
Jesus and Zacchaeus
Zacchaeus was an important man. He oversaw the collection of tax. He tried to see who Jesus was but all he saw was backs.
He was such a little man that he couldn’t see through the crowd. So when he saw a sycamore tree he made his voice very loud.
“Move out of my way, please. Let me through. I’m going to climb that tree! I need to see the Teacher so please make way for me!
When Jesus walked up to that tree He looked up and told Zac to come down. “Hurry, Zacchaeus, I must stay at your house in the far side of Jericho town.”
Zacchaeus then jumped down to the ground and welcomed the Lord with a grin. But the people started grumbling, “Why’s He staying with a man who sins?”
Zacchaeus stood up and said to the Lord, “I’ll give half my goods to the poor, and if I have cheated anyone, I’ll pay him back for sure.”
Jesus said, “This man descends from Abraham And he’s just gained salvation. I’ve come to seek and save the lost of each and every nation. Alison August 2020 Thoughts about what I miss most. Kate Woodcock What Lockdown Means to Me
Church not open for the foreseeable. Outdoor exercise and fresh air. Random acts of kindness. Opportunity to learn new skills. No visitors during lockdown. Anxious thoughts every day. Video calls via Zoom in my living-room. Infection rate. Is it up or down today? Rainbows and yellow hearts in windows. Unprecedented times. Seeing friends waving across the street.
Protect the NHS and the Shielded. Anti-bac gel, mask and gloves. New normal. Daily Coronavirus Briefings. Enjoying Class challenges, quizzes and tales. Matt, Boris, Chris and Patrick. Is it okay to ……. ? Caring calls, candles, and camomile tea.
Alison June 2020
Reflections of the last few weeks I want a lockdown! We remember hearing on the News Everyday updates and everyone’s views We tried to grasp what this would mean All our lives would change due to Covid-19
The Leadership Team said we’d meet soon But not face to face – on something called Zoom! What the heck is that? We all asked Tim. It’s a bit like Facetime – while we’ve got to stay in.
Well obviously Rachel knew just what to do And Tim had some lessons so he knew it too. Those first few times it was a real pain. But we got used to it when we tried again.
‘’What on earth is a Virtual’’ asked Mr T. Well there won’t be a patient to actually see. You ring the lady while she’s at home - And she describes her problems on the phone!
Three ladies have arrived, who were having a call. And some with appointments haven’t come at all! Have you gelled your hands, have you come very far? Is your partner waiting in the car?
So with the changes in clinic and no operations We knew we’d be going to different stations We were all really worried about going somewhere strange There’d be such a lot to rearrange.
I’d like a lockdown of my own I’d dearly love to stay at home I don’t really want to know what’s in store I just want to be with my mother-in-law.
But then we couldn’t see her and my world fell apart Not visiting her just broke my heart I would do my best at work instead That way nothing would mess with my head
Now at last we knew – no buts, no maybes Just like that we were helping the babies! We were together – which had been one of our fears. Though I hadn’t worked nights for 20 years!
But May brought more sadness – where will it all end It’s now claimed the life of our very good friend We lined the streets to say our goodbye It all feels too much now – I can’t tell a lie.
It’s best not to use the bus to come in, According to the 5 o’clock bulletin. You should drive or walk or have a bike ride. But you can park for nothing now – and right outside!
When trying to perform an intricate task You get all hot and bothered under your mask. You find you’re not drinking or going for a wee. As it means ‘’donning and doffing’’ your PPE.
I run and I walk and have coffee on zoom And follow worship material in the afternoon On my days off I don’t mind staying at home At least it’s a ‘’mini lockdown’’ all of my own.
And all in all I feel so blessed I’ve not got ill and my friends are the best When all this is over and we’re back together I will treasure you all forever and ever. Chris Rowe
Lockdown: Goodness gracious what can this mean, Everything must stop, because of Covid 19, This dreadful virus, is making humans sick The NHS must find oxygen & PPE double quick, Thousands are dying, so many are grieving, Families, friends & neighbours are weeping.
The Doctors, Nurses, porters & cleaners, Supermarkets, drivers, posties, teachers, The folks making scrubs, visors & masks, So many are helping, they were not asked, The teachers working hard to put lessons on-line, The Keyworkers children, go to school on time.
The roads are empty of traffic right now, The birdsong is beautiful & how......... The deer & the goats are running round town, It’s really quite strange, we try not to ‘get down’ But ‘isolate’ we must, to keep the infection rate low, FaceTime, WhatsApp & now Zoom, do you know?
This new way of life is not easy my friends, But if we all ‘pull together’, we can see an end, Lockdown is easing, people getting about, The numbers are slowing, let’s give a shout, To our wonderful ‘keyworkers’ & volunteering, Thank you, you are amazing, let’s lift our voices & sing!
Thanks Hazel xx
Thoughts on the lock down
I'm sitting here and looking out with my morning cup of tea, and thinking of all the places where I would like to be.
But most of all, the people that I would love to see. I miss you all, but I know you're there - You may even miss me!!
I don't know how long this will last, but I fear it could go on for longer than we'd like it to - so we just need to keep strong.
We're all in this together, so we need to find a way of keeping close whilst staying apart, and carrying on, come what may.
Some will have to go to work and face the risks each day. Many help others to stay safe - So for them all we pray.
What WILL we look like when we meet after all these months locked down? Lots of us will have long hair - some grey – a few still brown!
So until that day when we all meet up, whenever that may be, God bless you all, keep safe and well, With lots of love…..from 'me'.
Janet. Lock-down Experience of 10 June 2020
Here I am again with my morning cup of tea. Catching up with the latest news on BBC TV. I'm also thinking 'which job first?', as I make my morning plan, When suddenly the screen goes blank – sound, but no picture – damn! (am I allowed to say that?) I switch it off, then on again, as I've been told to do. No joy, so I unplug it all, and fetch another brew. I try again, but nothing – only sound, so that's no good, So on the phone to my 'SKY' man – he's always understood.
But this time it's impossible, and after half an hour Of kneeling on the floor, (poor knees) the SKY man says “Well now We'll have to get a technician out, I'll see what I can do. Earliest is Friday, before one, well certainly by two.
“Now this is what will happen in line with Covid safety plan - He'll wear a mask, gloves, visor too, and shoe coverings” - good man! And I will have to wear a mask, and social distance too. Well that won't be a problem – I'll probably hide in the loo.
So it's all arranged, I'll leave it there and carry on with my day. Tea time now, and preparing my meal in the kitchen, not far away. Time for the 'briefing' – must hear that – no picture, but sound is okay So I turn up the volume, at least I can still hear what they've got to say.
Part way through, I come into the room and 'Hey Presto'! the picture is here All by itself – with no help from me, and I let out a great big cheer! I jump up and down with joy (well, nearly!), it almost sent me up the wall. I must be on the phone in the morning to cancel the SKY man's call Greetings from The Fens Just sending love across from the Fens to all the lovely people at Banner Cross in these difficult times. Have missed visits to Janet when I have really looked forward to seeing you, hopefully it won't be too long before we can do this again. Love to you all. Keep safe. God bless, Daphne & Andrew Askew
Daf's Poem
Our Janet's suddenly started saying everything in rhyme, I'm just a little worried, although it's not a crime. It's not a problem really – she could do a whole lot worse, But every time I speak to her, her reply comes back – in verse!
With all this social distancing, and rules they've put in place She cannot play the organ, and she's treading in my space. So all you friends at Banner Cross, I'm appealing now to you - Keep ringing her, and whatsapp her – keep the emails coming through.
That way she'll be so busy, there won't be a moment free, And once again, with a bit of luck I'll be the Queen of Poetry. On a note more serious now, we're regularly in touch. My Lock-down Visit to Chiropodist
Things are starting to open up Albeit in a different way. My Chiropodist was in business again And a visit to him I should pay.
I knew I should go before too long, Although I was rather unsure. I've been strict with my self distancing, And cross with those who ignore.
But how was it going to work out? Two metres between him and me? My leg is not long enough to achieve that, And he needs to be able to see.
Well, Paula had been there before me, So reassured it would be okay I got on the phone to arrange it - I went last Wednesday.
He told me that he would be geared up In mask and gloves – visor too, And I had to wear a mask as well, And there was now no use of his loo!
I had to arrive as near on time As was possible to do. I parked up in the car, and waited In a space where I had a good view.
What happened next really amused me. The door shutter clattered away, And then just an arm, clad in white with a glove Appeared, and was pointing my way.
It was my turn now, and he ushered me in And pointed to hand sanitiser, While he settled down to do a good job With the help of his scalpel and visor.
My feet feel so good, I'm relieved now, We're all hunky dory and fine. I shan't be nervous to go again - I'll see him in six weeks time.
Janet. Reflection from Caroline:
Lockdown Hair My Nails, Hair and Teeth in Lockdown
I have managed to cut my nails but I haven’t touched my hair. I really don’t want to pull my own teeth so I long for the dentist’s chair.
I have cut a nail that was growing in but my hair is down my back. I really don’t want to pull my own teeth ‘cos I haven’t got the knack.
My feet and hands are clean and neat but my hair is going grey. I really don’t want to pull my own teeth but my dentist’s not called today.
My feet feel like I’m walking on air but my hair looks like a hedge. I really don’t want to pull my own teeth ‘cos that will set them all on edge.
My chiropodist invited me over but I will have to book a haircut. I really don’t want to pull my own teeth so I hope my dentist’s not shut.
Alison 29 June 2020
My Covid-19 Words Face mask and visor, sanitiser and gown. Is the infection rate back up or down? Stay at home and quarantine. No traffic noise is heard. These are a few of my Covid-19 words.
Hospitals, hospices, care homes, community. When will these places get virus immunity? Unprecedented, pandemic, furlough. When will we finally see the rainbow?
CMOs and CSAs and profs on my screen. When will they tell me they’ve found a vaccine? The guidance is flouted, so I am disturbed. These are a few of my Covid-19 words.
No new cases. Visit places where I long to go. I simply remember my favourite things and then I don’t feel so low.
Alison 26 June 2020
How Many Times? The dangers of over brushing. So now I'm worried about my teeth, I'm brushing my teeth 5 times a day I'd better stop eating chocolate, We have our evening meal Today I've only had savouries I dreamed I went to the dentist
In an English Totley Garden (now and during lockdown)
My garden is on show, see how the delphiniums grow, Lupins proud and tall, dianthus, spiky, cute and small. Roses in full bloom today, and cornflowers shouting hip, hip, hooray. Cupids lips, they're sweet and neat, potentilla too, growing yellow for me and you..
My campanula is also saying "Hello" today, He's faintly blue and what a display. I call them moon-pennies, I know they're not but a fantastic cluster I'm glad I've got. The passionflower climbing up the fence, adores the sun, what love it sends. Snow-in-summer they call it and that seems right, as if from no-where so hardy and bright.
Pinks, marigolds, geraniums all. Are happy to say to the birds, "Just call." The daffodils and tulips have all died down Crocuses,, muscari, narcissus, snow-drops and hyacinths too but I don't frown. Knowing they're just resting to show once more their beautiful glory next spring outside my door. Alliums too, a spectacular view I'm waiting for the agapanthus!
Red and pink geraniums, carnations and osteospermum, oh just look. The clematis clinging to any hook. Erysimum called "The Bride" was a glorious sight and japonica too is such a delight. Gentle kerria (jews mallow) with her fluffy yellow pom-poms Next to aquelegia and ferns with their curling fronds.
I'm waiting for the bold display of lots of gladioli to make my day There's still a lot to see; different colours of wallflowers so near to me. Sweetpeas do take their time, little pansies and snaps still a favourite of mine. Through my window the hibiscus is growing well, he'll show some attitude, it's beginning to tell. Next to the sedam there's petunias, a fuschia and a tall flamingo tree poses, And dahlias and more roses. In the top corner a honeysuckle creeps next to some raspberries the rudbeckia peeps.
Verbena grows up to six feet high, he's still reaching to the sky. Pretty varigated ivy, common I know, just in the right place it seems to grow. Wood sorrel's nice, canterberry bells and London pride I can depend on my budlia at my side. And the poppies have been as big as dinner plates, magnificent deep red but then a statuesque fox-glove awaits. Crocosmia and irises, there's a lily too, even liitle daises spring into view. A bleeding heart, pretty and sad. Now make way for this painter's palette (houttuynia), colourful and glad! There's more. Weigella, spiraea, euphorbia to name a "few" Hebe, hosta and lavender spring into view. And look. Nigella with its feathery leaves, bobbing about in the gentle breeze. This is my garden, come and see, putting on a show for you and for me for free!
Lorna
Isolation
Oh the loneliness I can’t bear it any more. Another day of emptiness No-one knocking on the door. Again.
It’s just you and me I say to myself The mirror for company. And comb my hair and smile at me. Again.
Another glass of wine could ease the pain Decide whether red or white. A tall glass, a tumbler, a shot, why not Morning, afternoon or night. Again.
Another tv programme I’ve seen before, The same tea cup the same tea bag The same kettle, the same mag. Again.
Oh look there’s a bird In the sky, grey or blue. Does it matter. It’ll be there tomorrow And it will happen all over Again.
Lorna
Shopping in Lockdown _ Janet Along with others I shop online and include things that other people have asked for, among whom are Sylvia & Leslie Graves. So….recently they sent me a thankyou/birthday card in which Les had written:
'An appreciation based on STF 465 verse 2 - Strong deliverer, strong deliverer Please continue with your shop - And shield.
To be sung to 'Come Yonder'
I read the above to my sister Daf, and not too long after the phone was ringing – when I answered she immediately began to sing – and it went on...and on...and….this was her reply: (sung to 'Come Yonder' – obviously.)
Guide me, O thou great Redeemer Safely out to Tesco's store. This last week has passed so quickly And we need some food once more. Now start queuing, now start queuing Till they let me through the door. Till they let me through the door.
Guide me through the arrow system Following the proper way. Give me strength to steer the trolley, I've so much to get today - Tea and coffee, white and brown bread, Please be on the shelf I pray. Please be on the shelf I pray.
Help my thoughts and concentration As I shop for other's needs, Pasta, fruit, cake, jam and biscuits, Milk and butter, eggs and cheese. Different food for different people, Lord, I want so much to please. Lord, I want so much to please.
At the till to pack and pay now, Then off home, and in a while Take things round, drop in their gardens, At their window, see them smile, Wave a hand and mouth a “thankyou” Makes the whole task so worthwhile. Makes the whole task so worthwhile.
It has been a hard experience Being careful and correct. Social distance, no church service, Home deliveries, click and collect. May the day come very quickly Where to shop we can select. Where to shop we can select.
When I reach the gate of heaven May my fears blow with the breeze. Tell me there'll be no more Tesco, Aldi, Morrisons, Sainsburys. Songs of praises, songs of praises I will ever give to Thee. I will ever give to Thee.
I called on my mother today She's been dead some 30 years. I wanted some help to quell my tears. 'Cos I was feeling a bit miserable I'm allowed am I not? Mum give me your strength, some advice, you're good at that. Guide me through this padlocked door Like your generation who suffered the war. Did she smile, did she tell me what to do? Yes with God's help you'll make it and family too. It's akin to being in George Orwell's 101 room. (my own police thoughts) This stark loneliness, this coldness, this doom. And behind the mask am I smiling? And behind the mask am I sad? And behind the mask am I frowning? And behind the mask AM I MAD? Lorna
A New Virus
We’ve discovered a new virus and we hope it’s very rare. The main symptom’s persistent poetry that we’re desperate to share.
We cannot help but send to you our poems, lyrics, rhymes. We’ve never felt like this before. These are unprecedented times.
Stay safe from dreadful doggerel. Stay alert to vapid verse. We cannot stop it spreading and it’s getting even worse.
This virus is highly infectious and we can’t even wear a mask. So if you get the germ of a poem, just bin it, that’s all we ask.
Alison 1 July 2020 |
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