Where are they now?

Butterflies, summer creatures

Hide in crevices


Blood like antifreeze

Or lay their eggs

Somewhere safe

To form a chrysalis

That will emerge next spring

Or flutter south

To warmer places

Migrating to survive

And moths?

Do they do the same

Flitting to darkened spaces

To wait out the cold?

Mild winters fetch them out early

Cold and hungry

Where can they feed

If plants are dormant

Not in flower

No leaves to eat?

A delicate natural balance


What am I doing today?

Today I feel like I’m drifting..

Things to do?

Yes, but I’m thinking

Ignoring the world

I’m just sitting

Down and just


Mulling over what to do

But I’m only prevaricating…

Have I got a clue

About future creating?

I don’t know what to do…

And I keep cogitating..

I have a thesaurus for a brain

My brain needs retraining!

Post industry


Smoke belched high in the sky

Soot fell on childrens faces.

Clogged lungs

Cotton fell like dirty snow

From grey clouds

Skudding on a raw east wind.

Blast furnaces glowed

Brightening sullen grey clouds

Into false, rosy sunsets

Men walked, doubled over

In the black and dusty mines

Water dripped hot and dirty

Down bent necks

whilst picks and shovels

Hewed at the coal.

Then suddenly

Worlds changed

Smoke and smog was banned

Cholera and typhoid alleviated.

Government and Unions United for once.

Health for all, insuring life.

Workers deserving clean air and water.

Post industrial, jobs went

To other places, other lands

Workers not so lucky

Breathing a centurys old air

Forced to work for a pittance

One people taking the place of another

Supporting our modern, post industrial life

And money travels upwards

Into more billionaires pockets

On post industrial beaches….

Earth is clean for those that can pay.

101 days of gratitude

I keep drawing and writing

Thinking of good not bad

Calms me down and settles me

Changes thoughts from sad.

Every day three things

Grateful for help from hubby

Happy traffic lights stayed green

That I only have a cold not covid

That you can be happy again.

So 101 days of gratitudes

Not room 101 and gloom

I’ll keep this diary of positives

To balance bad and good.