a winters chill; hang like the
rigging of a ship
2021
Amazon sales soar
tier 3 to tier 4
pandemic; Tom Moore.
...2020!
All working online
'zoom' background's devine!
Sales of red wine.
...at home.
The hurt; the despair
the love and the care,
now someone's not there.
...death toll.
Keyworkers; NHS
The jab? Say yes!
Hooray! Success!
...a vaccine!
Celebrations; no fear!
No parties 'round here
no canapes; nor beer!
...but social distancing.
Test, track and trace,
hands, face, space,
is the vaccine in place?
...2021?
Le Fret
Egrets feed in early morning sunlight on abandoned world war two defenses.
Skeletons of hulls slip inevitably into the silt.
Yachts at moorings ‘Clink and clank’ in gentle breeze as men with forks scratch at low tide for bait to fish.
Day trippers queue for ferry.
Cornwall
A jutting peninsula; wild and free,
a land of sun and sky and sea.
The sea its bounty plundered deep,
the land its crops its cattle, sheep.
The sea that shaped this Celtic land,
its weather lent a helping hand.
Its rain makes trees and crops to grow,
makes fields of green
and rivers flow.
the giant wind farms power to send,
and endless waves to rocky shore,
crashing so with mighty roar!
For its sun the tourists throng,
to beaches golden, wide and long.
The fruit to ripen; buds to burst,
the harvest gathered; slake a thirst.
Come the winter months be found
its snow and ice piercing the ground,
tops its moors and strips the land,
Cornwall slumbers in its hand...
...till spring through winters darkness cheers,
and Cornwall wakes and reappears!
Half Empty
My glass is neither half empty nor half full!
Instead; my glass is waiting for me to make a selection from my half empty drinks cabinet,
to then half fill it,
so as I can completely empty it.
I then will rinse and repeat until I am completely full...
and half cut!
Half of you will completely understand this,
whist the other half will simply feel completely empty.
Thank you!
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