Wild Inside

“Stay home” they said, as the birds began to nest So we tidied our homes and made up beds to rest Schools closed their doors, as the chicks began to tweet So we listened to advice, and welcomed home our fleet Children at our feet, as the birds were feeding well So we fed our…

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This is 2020

Constantly consumed by containing this beast. Contagious coughing unleashed from the east. Calling off concerts, and companies closed. Controlling the virus, confinement imposed. Collective conformance to curtail the spread. Commuting confined to Key Workers they said. Compulsively cleaning and masks on your face. Can’t call on or cuddle those outside your place. Confusion, concealment and…

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Saltcoats Shore – a Poem

Lather oan suncream, throw oan the summer claes. Saltcoats beach is waitin, I’m away to catch some rays. I’ll daunter past the harbour and remember years ago. Goin doon to see the boats, wi’ my grannies brother Joe. I puzzle at the sun dial, it’s an hour oot a think Go by the crowd wi’…

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Am I Enough?

This is my first attempt at a Reversal poem.  It is a poem that you read in the normal way, and then afterwards you read it up the way to reverse the meaning. It was fun to write.   AM I ENOUGH? I am not enough And I refuse to believe that I am worthy…

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The Dancing Spree

The dVerse prompt was water, and so I’ve linked to a poem about scattering ashes. She’s on her way on this fine day; whilst the sea advances – expecting dalliances. Her final drive; she’ll soon arrive. Pick a spot, set her free – on her dancing spree. A sudden gust; scattered stardust. Off she flies…

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Confusing Messages

Advice for the Young Child Shhh. Not now, just wait. I’m trying to work and I can’t think straight.     Careful! Don’t drop that cup. You’ll spill all the milk – I’ll have to clean up     Stop! Don’t run ahead. You’re too fast for me, walk slower instead.     Gentle! You…

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Back to School Blues

  Sharpening his pencils; ironing his clothes. Wishing it would slow down – how fast the time all goes. Packing up his schoolbag; new shoes up a size. Seeing that he’s growing – mammy wipes her eyes. Every year he’s moving, another step away. Feels his hands in hers now – he’s still a child…

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The School Bag

The School Bag A new school bag He’s forced to own Such a drag Choices thrown Hauling behind A weight on back The daily grind His worries stack World on shoulders Pressure is high He carries boulders So cannot fly A bag of work and evenings in Where failures lurk It’s wearing thin No longer…

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(Un)helpful Advice

    I have friends with children who often come across overly-critical relatives/friends/random folk in shops,  who believe their advice is best.  I’m sure those people mean well, but many friends have felt like failures because they feel they aren’t doing the parenting thing right.  Here is a poem to reflect this scenario:   No bottles love, the…

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