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Grey throughout the day.
Cold and dreary
Cat sits by the oil heater,
The others up
On the bed.
My curtains closed
I hold the grey at bay.
My “daylight” is a bulb
No warmth, just brighter
Than the gloom outside
Grey, removing colour
Sad sort of day.
Share what you know about the year you were born.
I was born on a beautiful planet
A long time ago.
We hadn’t visited the moon
And Superman hadn’t flown.
The world was overpopulated
With a few billion less people
No such thing as a Tesla existed
But we were not bothered.
Shops mainly closed on Sundays
And had half days in the week.
Butchers shops had sawdust
My head was a lot closer to the ground!
No mobile phones, lucky to have a phone box
Wimpy meals instead of McDonald’s burgers
Coffee was in a bottle, liquid, with chicory?
Sweets had not shrunk.
No sweeteners, no noodles, except in Vesta meals
We hadn’t been decimalised!
We were not in Europe (common market).
And Dr Who hadn’t time travelled yet.
Enough information?
Cold seeps in from outside,
A slight windchill wicks away warmth.
House walls don’t hold heat
Leeching and sucking
Taking the warmth from me too
I sit and doze and wear extra jumpers….
Remembering us together
Keeping each other warm.
List your top 5 grocery store items.
I would choose to make a coherent recipe….
Thin wide pancakes
Not thick small ones
Get the pan hot
With oil in a thin layer
Swirl your pancake mix
Round the base
Cook till it starts to brown
Then flip!
Not my style of stack
I prefer a crepe.
Tell us one thing you hope people say about you.
I hope people see that I am kind
That I care about things
Wrap my heart and soul
Round those who need.
But if they don’t see it?
Not important,
as long as things improve
Kindness can be hidden too
Who needs recognition?
If you can help anyway.
And yes, I am soft hearted.
I miss the green
The growing leaves
The water and the trees
The bright light
A gentle heat
And birdsong
Give me ease.
I know that when
After the dark
Will come the waited spring
I just wish
At times like this
It would arrive
……
Soon..
Our house, our friends, our relatives.
We were together so long
I can’t say ‘my’ yet
Even after a year.
Sometimes I feel like it’s a dream.
Hubby, my hubby, will be back.
Walk into our house
Be with our friends
Our relatives.
They know
I miss him.
So
On a quiet day
The world can stay
Bound in a shroud
No need to unwrap
Or unstrap
The troubles on my back.
I’ll rest my eyes
As time slowly flies
Through the open windows.
The sky is grey
And I can’t say
If my troubles have dwindled.
I need repair
And real self care
To haul me through my sadness
Without that care, a real nightmare
Will send me into madness.
So quiettude is what I seek.
No loud hurrahs
No rowdy bars
Just me, alone, asleep.
One moon, reflected
Selene or Luna
She glisters through the twigs
Origamied by my buttons
She is twisted into more dimensions.
Fluid glory, etched through glass
Sunlight floods across the horizon
From the opposite side of the world
Pale blue sky washes around
In a month will you appear again?
The tides of time enthralling me.
I wanted to sleep
Curl up and rest
Each hour I don’t
Makes me feel wretched
Too hot, too cold
My feet hurt, my neck aches
Sleeping on an armchair
Doesn’t really work.
But my ribs hurt
If I lie down.
Broken a fortnight or more ago
Still mending.
Walk round my room
Make a warm drink
Put the radio on low
Turn it off
Legs ache
Feet swell
Impossible
Doze above flying feilds
…….
Snap awake
The builders just started work
Next door
Whimpering.
Mallaband-Brown