Roses

Posted on October 2, 2020 Posted in UncategorizedTagged Autumn, Black spot, Covid, Flowers, Fungi, Life, Sad, seasons, Spring, Thinking, Winter, World, YearLeave a comment

The roses have faded and are gone. Only memories stay with you. Perfume, thorns.

The autumn and fungi are here, rosehips are swelling, elderberries feed the birds. Clouds are gathering, nights are earlier, mornings later. Time for spooky evenings, pumpkins and spiders. Black cats and rats. Mists descend, people try and raise their spirits with bonfires and fireworks, lighting up the sky with flashes and whizzes. Now few entertainments will be allowed. Life continues, but a grey boredom faces us. Keep away, keep away, keep away, the bird Sings. Out of the darkness people laugh, hide, drink, get up to high jinks. Fools for a day or the season. As the year creeps on festivals are cancelled, subscriptions to TV channels you never watched before increase. Firms named after rain forests cash in. Work continues but strangely. And snacks to comfort us are eaten. Winter arrives in cold airs and frosts, the seasons turn. Will spring and rose buds ever return or will black spot spoil the days?

North Wales in lockdown

Posted on September 29, 2020 Posted in UncategorizedTagged Beach, Fish and chips, Lockdown, Micro poem, North Wales, Poem, Poetry, Sad, SeaLeave a comment

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

HS2 (high speed two) railway

Posted on September 25, 2020 Posted in UncategorizedTagged Ancient oak, Ancient trees, Corporate vandalism, Felling trees, High speed two railway, HS2, Life, Random, Sad, TragedyLeave a comment

From Facebook. I decided to share this here to show what stupid ideas our government have. This and many other ancient trees are being cut down because we (our government) wants to build a railway between London and Birmingham and then on to Manchester and Leeds. But the lines won’t go into the city centres, so you will have to travel to the new hub stations. They say it will cut twenty minutes off the journey time between Manchester and London! Wow. And to do this they need straight tracks because fast trains don’t like curves. Well, of course chopping down trees for that MUST be justified! Not that we can actually afford it or have people working in cities anymore.

The Hunningham Oak which is one of the ancient trees nominated for Tree of the Year now felled by HS2!

Thank you to all tree protectors who tried to save this once magnificent tree!

Some of the campaigns include these if you want to get involved….

STOP HS2
Save Cubbington Woods – Stop HS2
The Woodland Trust
Save Roald Dahl Woods from HS2

STOPPINGHS2

Anti HS2 – SOC (Save our Countryside)
Save the Colne Valley
Xandra Gilchrist

Mazed

Posted on September 21, 2020 Posted in UncategorizedTagged Age, Forgetting, Life, Lost mind, Maze, Memories, Poem, Poetry, Sad, Thinking, TimeLeave a comment

My minds a maze

The world’s a haze

Memories topple

Like a worm in an apple.

Lost in a haze

Into distance I gaze

Thoughts that occur

Do not always concur.

Finding a thread

That just ends up dead

Seeing a face

But don’t know it’s place?

Older I get

The more…?

I forget.

Missing Barndances

Posted on September 8, 2020 Posted in Sketching, UncategorizedTagged 2019, Art, Barn dance, Missing fun, Mystery Play, Panto, Penkhull, Raising funds, Sad, SketchingLeave a comment

Next month we would probably have been holding a Barn dance in aid of the Penkhull Mystery play (that didn’t happen in July). We would also have started rehearsals for the Penkhull panto, both events, ( the mystery play and the panto) had big audiences. Now our government has decided to cut the number of people who can live in England down to six both inside and out. No more crowds. Sad….

Winter greys

Posted on September 8, 2020September 8, 2020 Posted in UncategorizedTagged Dark, Grey, Icy, Lake, Life, Photos, Poem, Poetry, Pond, Rain, Sad, Snow, Weather, Wet, WinterLeave a comment

Soon there will be bare trees

Dark skies

Fallen leaves

Damp leaf litter

Cold miserable ducks

Sitting on icy ponds

Or Canada geese

Stretching their legs

Ruffling their feathers

Trying to keep warm.

Weather drawing in

Cold wind

Rain falling in sheets

Snow and sleet showers.

Winter greys, not blues….

Make up?

Posted on August 31, 2020August 31, 2020 Posted in UncategorizedTagged Acting, Blogging, Character, Last year, Make up, Mask, Mystery Play, Play, Potter, SadLeave a comment

More a mask? Made of papier mache for last years penkhull mystery play in July 2019.

My hubby played the master Potter. At the start he was like a shop dummy, wearing a painted mask. Then as two children go back in time to experience life in the 1840’s for poor children, the Potter discards his mask and turns into a real person. We couldn’t do a real potters wheel so I painted a papier mache pot to look like wet clay.

Hubby made a perfect potter. He really enjoyed the play. We were really sad that it didn’t happen this year.

World, wrapped…

Posted on August 28, 2020 Posted in UncategorizedTagged Bad dream, Blogging, Earth, Life, Nightmare, Plastic, Poem, Poetry, Sad, Sadness, Smothered, WrappedLeave a comment

World wrapped… Up

In a plastic bag,

Or bubble wrap….

World wrapped in packaging

In yards or meters of soft, slithering, veils.

Plastic permiates

Plastic stifles

Plastic swallowed

Blocking guts

Strangling

Plastic smothers

It won’t go away.

Like an infinite being

Never-ending nightmare.

Permanent

Plastic…..

Missing Walsall illuminations.

Posted on August 27, 2020August 27, 2020 Posted in UncategorizedTagged Autumn fun, Bulbs, Closed for good, Closures, Cuts, Good memories, Lights, Sad, Ten years on, Visiting, Walsall illuminations, West MidlandsLeave a comment

I remember Walsall illuminations over the years. We went most years as children, it was always wonderful to wander through the Arboretum, a huge park in Walsall. The lights as we called them usually ran from September and the leaves that were starting to change, were lit with coloured lights, some of the light displays were brought in from Blackpool. The beauty was that you could walk through the park, eventually coming out by the boating lake where you could see a spectacular light show, especially in later years when they used lasers and fountains. Part of the charm was that they kept some of the tableau for years. Like the clock family. These were clock shaped with legs and arms and the hour and minute hands formed the faces. They were fibre glass and painted bright colours. With bulbs placed in them to light them. There was always a fair on in the park so children could go on the rides and have candy floss. It’s ten years since ‘cost cutting’ closed them down. So sad……

Homeless…

Posted on August 23, 2020 Posted in UncategorizedTagged Canal, Depression, Homeless, Sad, Thoughtless, Walk2 Comments

My hubby just saw lots of people under canal bridges tonight bedding down for the night… Even someone with a mattress on crates. Crazy how people were helped during lockdown are now forgotten. I suppose the hotel owners who were putting them up want their rooms back. But surely the government should have come up with solutions while they were in lockdown? Or am I wrong to think that people are important and should be cared for? Added to that a lot of people whose furlough is ending are soon going to be eligible to have rent arrears action taken against them. Case of apocalypse postponed not averted.

Mallaband-Brown

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