Covid-19

I’m laying still with my jaw clenched tight, Fear gripping my legs so I cannot move, While through the curtains the sun shines bright. This nightmare will end and I’ll be alright But a viral thought worms its way through, So I lay still with my jaw clenched tight. Fear gnawing reason…I’ve passed the blight

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Two Colours

Blue and green should never be seen, togetherIn the bruised face, punched-swollen,In the crusty scab and oozing puss from a night-time brawl,In the purple lips and sticky phlegm of death.But Nature’s palette seen, togetherIn the flash of the kingfisher skimming the river bank,In the darting mayfly and green hair-streak,In the meadow grass and everchanging sky,In

Margaret Thatcher

She was the honourable Margaret to the right,But to the left, as Margaret ThatcherVilified and infamously renowned forBeing the primary school milk snatcher.A humble grocer’s daughter from GranthamA tory in thought, words and deeds.Rising through the ranks to becomePrime Minister with a strict capitalist creed.For eleven years, this Iron LadyGagged the unions and trampled the

Small and Powerful

If you think you’re too small to make a differenceYou haven’t spent the night with a mosquito;Not the mossies that irritate and biteLeaving swollen red spots in unlikely placesBut their tropical blood sucking cousins That arise from swamp and stagnant pools. Not the mossies famed in the Scottish IslesArising in clouds and hovering above headsBut

Letter to Karl Marx on the bi-centenary of his birth

Happy birthday, the workers heroThe one the capitalists fear, soHere’s a letter from a socialist fanWho waves the flag whenever she canBecause capitalism continues to failThe proletariat and inequality prevails.You said it would not be simpleTo take control without a struggle.But you must turn in your graveWhen recession hits hard and they’reSold off the gas,

The First Time

I peered through the belfry trap doorMy eyes met his eyes, across the floor.In a whirlwind yearThe future was clearAnd we promised to love ever more. Thirty years on….I peer through the conservatory doorI see him with grey hair galore.Despite his hard viewsOn the current world news,It’s him I still love and adore.

Names

She slumped in the chair ran hands through her hair rubbed tired eyes and breathed out a few sighs. Then came the names of the kids whose games drove her mad and made her glad the school day was over. Oliver with his irritating grin determined each fight to win. Jordace with a face of

Tweeting

In the town, the cock don’t crowWith comb erect, the randy so and so.There ain’t no hens who run for coverFrom the strutting, beady eyed, insistent bugger.The bird that greets the dawn in townSings from the top of the chimney’s crown.”Look at me, look at me,” it loudly brags,And another joins in for a right

Lost

Starting as a laughNonsense replaced correct words -“Open the carrot!”She lost her car keys,Then glove, scarf and knowing smile.Her sparkle dimmed.A well-worn door key,Familiar and yet baffling,Lay in her hand.She started to speak,Confident and sure until,A word hovered ….. out of reach.She saw him approach,Wide smile, arm embraced but,His name evaded her.Brake lights brightly lit.Left,

Tea

“Come to me,” the teacher saidTo the woman at the well.”Then your thirst will be quenched, Your hunger cease.Heaven is yours, fear not hell.Water turns the desert a green hueBrings new life and makes all things new.” “Long life and good health,” the master saidTo the Buddhists in Japan,”Comes from drinking matcha, green and hot,Then ponder