Remember the family, remember their lives
Young people, taken before their time, in their twenties.
Ninteenth century losers in the lottery of life.
How did they die? Illness? Industrial accident? Food poisoning? TB? Who knows, but three people from the same family were lost.
Before antibiotics, before modern medicine. Life is precious. You never know when the grim reaper will strike?
And now? Death rates you would imagine during the black death. Loss of life and illness greater than World Wars. We can only hope that life will continue. But maybe changed? More peaceful, less stressful? We can only wait and see.
Through the dark night a butterfly flits, grey and green, not a moth. Looking for night-time flowers, like night scented stock.
The ghostly wings drop tiny scales, dusting the flowers with small droplets of white and grey.
Wings like snowflakes, flying through the cold dark, settling in a crevice at dawn. Sleeping till sunset arrives again….
Lockdown, I can only go out for exercise and do essential shopping.
But when you think about it, it’s not that bad. I’m not stuck on an island in the middle of nowhere with no one to talk to. I am warm, I have food, I cn talk to people on the phone or online. I might be getting a bit bored. But it’s not like in the past, when I was a child. On Sundays everywhere was closed. No one that worked in simple, low paid jobs, could afford a car. Very few eople had tv’s and there was only one channel and a few radio stations. Computers didn’t exist except in universities or in the armed forces. The air was dirty and polluted, coal fires were the norm to heat houses. It was a different world.
Now we are linked? Possibly too much. But if we stay away from each other as much as we can? Things might just get better…
Somewhere in 2011 I drew and wrote this. I don’t know if it’s a poem or a lot of B!
It feels like a puzzle, trying to make as many B words as possible.
I also found a sketchbook with drawings from when my friend moved up to Yorkshire. I will post them separately…
Sunset comes to us all. Life is a temporary blip between aeons of nothingness. Celebrate it while you can. When dawn rose life was difficult, you have to learn, to grow. I feel that real life doesn’t start until you reach adulthood or at least when you have to take on adult responsibilities. Then the middle of your life is taken up with nine to five, working for someone, or for yourself. Trying to survive. Finally, if you are lucky you get to retire, or retrain. At least have the hope of doing something you want to do. Keep at it if you can, find a way through to some amount of happiness. Then, rest.
He couldn’t get at the food, the branches were tangled and in his way. Even his long and slender neck was not suple enough, and the twigs seemed to move and prevent him gaining access to the grain a walker had scattered on the path.
If only he had swum a few yards, he could have stepped out of the water to reach the food he needed, but for some reason he would not. Maybe it was the dogs that were walked along the path? Something had frightened it and made it wary. So it was that it stared at the food but never reached it. Thankfully another walker strolled along later and threw duck food into the lake. Finally sated the Swan swam away to its bed in the reeds….
It’s not even eleven thirty and fireworks are going off. I think people can’t wait for the end of the year. I don’t have any pictures of them so here’s a drawing I did a while ago of something vaguely like a firework.
I’ve tried to think of interesting things to post over the year, some poetry, some strange or silly stories, and mainly my Art. This year I haven’t been as inspired, and things have been distracting me. For instance the college course on illustration I’m doing. I hope you have enjoyed my blog, and that I can keep it going in the new year. Keep safe. Stay healthy!
Another ‘almost’ lockdown, a world in turmoil. I just want to ignore it. I can’t stop the world and get off. I want hugs. I could do without being the ‘sensible’ one. I want to just do so many things, go to a gallery, sing in a choir without being on zoom, visit my family, deliver Christmas presents. See my neice and nephew. Visit the seaside… Go on a train….
I wish all of you the chance to do things you really want to do!
Happy New year when it arrives for you!
The days will get colder
We will huddle more
But open the windows!
Fight off illness
Be more thoughtful
Work wirh people more
Avoid making Resolutions
Wait and see what happens
At least it won’t be 2020!