On One

Is there any room

For one more on top? I ask

If not, I will walk

~

n.b. As a ten year old travelling to school I learned that the rush hour bus was often crowded, if not full. Walking on to the next stop, or even the one after next, meant that I had at least tried to change something for when the next bus came along.

It was usually raining.

~

CLP 13/11/2020

On Numbers -1

Some people always

one sandwich short of picnic

“LOL” is best response

~

n.b. “LOL” is graffitied in red nail varnish (I think) just under the right-hand stencilled slogan, (which comes across as a cry for help in some regards).

LOL = Laugh out loud.

~

CLP 05/11/2020

“What was it like?”

They will ask

When we are older

Where were you?

What did you do?

What was it like?

~

There will be some

Full of learning

Stories of neighbours

Of clapping and rainbows

Of nature; sunlight

~

There will be some

Who saw too much

Were party to this history

Brought low by loss and grief

Who choose not to speak

~

CLP 08/07/2020

Sonnet To A Long-distance Love Lost During Covid-19

Quick from Café Grancy to the old dance
Full moon and stars aligned the day we met!
Conversation became sweet, full-flown romance
Nights and days in hotels we shan’t forget
~
Ravenna, London, Sidmouth, Valetta
We sought each other out in all weather
Whether sun, or snow. Rain? All the better!
We talked, made love, dreamt and woke together
~
In this wild whirl, how would we imagine
What might weaken our constancy of thought;
That coronavirus would intervene,
When Switzerland loosened; UK still taut?
~
Slowly, whilst tens of thousands died,
We lost the trust on which our love survived.
~

n.b. “So what?” I hear you sigh, “get over yourselves!” Fair comment.

~
CLP 21/08/2020