POET’S CORNER

Will It Really Be Over?

Now we really have a Covid plan,

All the brains pulled together by Boris the man.

A road map with signs giving directions to follow,

With peaks and troughs and even the odd hollow.

But, thank the Good Lord, there’s light at the end,

If the nation stays calm we will soon be back on the mend.

A nice bright summer with enjoyment for all once more, Getting back to normal with freedom and holidays galore.

Franmac.

Winter Scene

A wintry morning

An amber sun shines

In a rose grey sky,

Bathing fields of snow

In a golden glow;

The frozen forest glitters As the song birds twitter, And a woodpecker drills

For food in the icy chill;

A fox darts to its den

As the sky darkens,

And with barely a sound

Soft flakes fall to the ground. Belinda Crowther, Cottingham.

Stir Crazy

Again the lockdown continues, it’s day 31

Using the time to get more jobs done

Fix the cooker, front door and BBQ too

All of the jobs I’ve been meaning to do

The hallway now painted, the days pass so slow

Wash the car, clean the mower, When will this grass grow?

The job list completed, my chores at an end

Oh how I could do with an old drinking friend

Count sparrows and spiders, passing ambulances too

All normal things that prisoners do Though we’re still tethered we gaze through the bars

Dream of grandkids, pub quizzes and days out in cars

A glance in the mirror, who could that be?

A razor and soap to make one feel free

Neglect is a warning when losing all hope

I’ll tread very carefully, it’s a slippery slope. Welly.