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Conservatory
music tap tapping and the
rivulets run wild.
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by Scooj
Tag: Poetry
Winter happens, right?
Snow came and we saw;
a national obsession
sated. Now the floods.
by Scooj
Is it me, or has winter recently become a highly unusual event? We have four seasons, and although climate change is mixing things up a bit, we do still have those four seasons. The news coverage about our weather has become almost non-stop and utterly over the top.
This is a narrative led by successive governments that are reputation driven and risk averse. A millimeter of snow in Bristol is news? This focus and emphasis reminds me of the worst kind of distraction agenda-setting. Our nation is on its knees, EU Exit (formerly known as Brexit) is in a horrendous muddle, Trump, NHS, homelessness, public sector dismantling. Things are not going well in the UK, so let’s talk about the weather, it’s something we can all rally round…isn’t it?
OK I’m done now.
Childish
Anticipation
of snow, too much to bear; still
the child is in me.
by Scooj
Snow forecast
The winter sunshine
full of deceit, tempting us
to believe in spring.
by Scooj
Moonlight
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My late night waking
draws me toward the window
dark skies, bright moonlight.
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by Scooj
Grey sky sailing
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Masters of the air
gulls soaring effortlessly
and pigeons dancing.
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by Scooj
Boring
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At times, words won’t come
probably because my thoughts
are rather boring.
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by Scooj
Broken
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Occasionally
there is nothing to be done
we can only weep.
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by Scooj
Animal Farm
Farmer driven off;
animals rule! Some are more
equal than others.
by Scooj
Secondment over
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Last train journey home
the London experience
has come to an end.
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by Scooj
On completing a six month assignment working two days a week in London. Ahhh, Bristol 24/7.
Natural adventures 