A macaroni poem is written with two voices. Last year, like all years, leaves us with a mixture of emotions which whisper inside as we look back and then forward to a new year.
Here is my personal reflection.
A year to remember A year to forget. A darling girl born in March Into a family, loving and safe. Emerging into lockdown more like. Streets were deserted and the air clean; Among the birdsong, the cuckoo called. Covid, Brexit and climate change. We met up online, zooming to work; Phonecalls, Facetime and Whatsapp. No touching or hugs to ease the soul. Running the Nene Way, backpacking the Dales; Dog walks and bike rides. A time to grow. Plans were scuppered and money lost. Sun, sea and coloured sand on the IOW; A trip down memory lane for us both. Job losses, furlough and foodbank queues. Virtual choirs, virtual races, virtual church; We were living in a digital age. Thousands died with no family nearby. Another long walk, another challenge Taking me through the dark winter days. Zombie like eyes above obligatory masks. A vaccine and the hope of Christmas To celebrate Immanuel, God is with us. Where is he in this pandemic? What a year! What a year.
poet does a run 