Limerick

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It’s not very good, it sort of rhymes but the fourth line is a bit weak and the fifth needs a better ending.

The challenge was to write something funny. But limericks are not that easy, for instance sometimes writers repeat the first line in the last one…

For instance “there was an old man from portmadoc” might end “that wise old man from portmadoc!”, which is a bit of a cheat really. Maybe my limerick is a bit  inappropriate, but I based it on the current situation. X

Hunker down

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Hunker down,

Hide and sleep

Find your dreams

And hug them deep.

Find a space

Where you can live

Where things are quiet

And silence keep.

Make a nest

Make a bed,

Stay inside

But in your head

Take a flight

Around your room,

Then through the open window

Zoom!

Above the world

The air is clear

The sky is bright

Bird song, you hear.

Look down on streets

So still so quiet,

With hunkered people

Bunkered, still.

But you are free

And safe to soar

Flying high

No fear

Just dreams.

(from an idea inspired by Martha Kennedys blog ‘I am a writer, yes I am’.)

3am again

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There’s a bright star,

high in the sky.

It’s 3am again,

and I’m driven to wake,

to write

Like an owl I stay awake,

listening to cars,

passing.

So few in these days,

often in the past,

there would be footsteps,

or shouting.

Now there is silence,

deep in this city,

only the odd murmur of traffic.

The click and whir of central heating,

the maniacal hum of the fridge,

the oil heater thermostat kicking in.

Freezing night,

3am,

too early for the dawn chorus.

The rest of the city sleeps, perhaps….

Unsettled dreams

Of corn fields,

clay fields,

beaches and trees,

freedom,

escape from imprisonment,

at 3am I shall sleep.