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How did you get up there?
I’d like to know?
Did you fly.
we’re you blown?
Did someone drop you
From a plane
Or parachuted
Thrown by a base jumper?
High up
Like a seed, swirled
Into the air currents
Green Square shape,
Points on corners
are leaves.
Who cares?
You are there….
Sleep
Sixteen hours
Curled
Curved
Paws over nose
Twisted
Tummy stretch
Yawn
Pounce
Sleep again
Dreaming
Twitch
Warm
Purr
Pure love.
Seen it all before,
Eyes closed,
And repeat,
Warm and soft
Gently sleeps
On my knee
Feel it’s breath
Happy purring
Curled up, warm,
Paw stretched out,
Tail wrapped round,
Pinning me down!
Caught in a soft embrace
Of fur and claws!
That pineapples looking sad,
Spotted leaves are wilting
It looks like it’s ripened
I must carve its flesh
Before it’s too late
Sweet yellow and sharp
Shall we have custard or cream?
Or just plain and succulent?
Last time we had one..
Ten years. Fifteen
Really..
Looking forward to it.
But is the pineapple?
Playing with the horse drawing I did, changed the colours and duplicated it.
Racing
Prancing
Jumping
Breathing hard
Steam from its nostrils
Over the paddock
Along the gallops
Over the south downs
Faster and faster
Through the tidal waters
Into the night
Into the moonlight
Canter and gallop
Trot
Walk
Home and rest
I will wear it for you,
to keep you safe,
for old friends,
and new.
I will try and be safe,
wash my hands,
even wash my shopping.
I will keep my distance,
not hug,
not shake your hand.
I will cough into my elbow,
tap feet,
not touch.
I love you dearly,
I want all to be well,
all shall be well?
Are you well?
Keep safe.
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Rained all day,
today,
poured down,
persisted it down,
grey clouds,
lower than the tree tops,
streaks of water on the windows,
birds needing shelter,
sparrows soaked,
don’t go out,
keep warm and dry.
We were going to the seaside
We were going to the sea.
We were going to have icecream
We were going to see seagulls
Tides
Waves
Beaches
Fish and chips
We WERE going to Wales
We’re not now
Sadly lockdown is here
Now
Sad
I write silly limericks each week on a friend’, Esther Chilton’s, blog. I don’t usually share them here but I thought I would with the one I wrote on her blog last week. I hadn’t been feeling well and I forgot I had written this. I can’t remember the word that we had to base the limerick on, I think it was State, you have a one word prompt. It does not have to be the word you rhyme with, it can sit anywhere within the limerick:
Just look at the state of my hair!
This lockdowns been really unfair
My mane has extended
Far more than intended
From the top to the foot of the stairs!
I hope it made you chuckle. Limericks have a two, two, one pattern, the first two and last line should rhyme and lines three and four are often shorter and have a different pattern to their rhymes.
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One yellow leaf, fallen
Sitting with weeds and grass
Old brown leaves
Already over.
Leaves that turn to mulch
Rotting
Nutrients
Sinking
Into the ground
To renew next year
Feed the roots
To grow new shoots
After winters sleep.
Mallaband-Brown