On Screen

Can you hear me now?

Yes, we can hear you now, but

we cannot see you.

~

n.b. How many months have we had to practice this? Come on boys and girls, please.

~

CLP 13/02/2021

L3 (Day 32)

Carrow Hill blurs; mist

gives way to an easterly wind

moving people urgently along the street

except those that can’t, who shuffle

wrapped in padded coats.

.

Thorpe St Andrew beyond the railway

behind a grey shroud of rain

is the backdrop to the shopping park

lit bright at noon.

Darkness is upon us.

.

Snow is due overnight

ten centimetres or more

to settle with the flood water

already turning to ice.

.

There is little distinction

between days, so I feel

the need remains

to count the nights

~

CLP 06/02/2021

On Friendship (continued)

We have all the time

required to be gentle.

Friendship will endure.

~

CLP 03/02/2021

Held Fast

Damp wind sways small bell

Fog shrouds topmasts

Hull bumps quayside wall

Pulling with the running tide

Aboard, bored of leave

Provisioned, crew fat from land  

Keen to cast off

Trappings of terra firma

Yet held in a sea fret

Furled sails stay tied

Hawser knotted to the ring 

One more precious night

Bound to the wharf

Held by the weight of waiting

.

n.b. We are not alone.

n.n.b. GloPoWriMo/NaPoWriMo 2020 Day 8 prompt – various. I chose to take a first line from another’s poem. First line taken from ‘Ceremonial’ by Barbara Turney Wieland. 

Christopher Perry

8th April 2020

Patience

Sat above the quayside

On a red tiled roof

The old grey heron

Feathers blown askew in the wind

Croaks and groans in low tones

South-westerly keening up the lake

Bright blue above

What’s his game?

Waiting, watching

Always waiting

He’s waiting still

.

CLP 12/11/2019