Category: Creative Writing

Pass me the ‘thingy’ he said,
As he got quite animated.
And with his eyes I was led,
Which all seemed complicated.

Without descriptive language,
We’re left to second guess.
Which can cause a bit of anguish,
And leave us in a mess.

So three cheers from me to diction,
For helping us each day.
To help communicate without restriction,
And our message to convey.

 

Round and round, lockdown seems infinite at times,
So today on our bikes, we rediscovered former pastimes.
Something quite calming about wheels spinning round,
As the bikes carried us over the leaf covered ground.

The leaves crinkled and crunched as our bikes whizzed through,
Something unique to autumn to do.
Another day well spent on our second lockdown,
Exploring on wheels our local hometown .

A robin popped by on a crisp autumn day,
It landed right beside us, obviously wanting to play.
And with the camera quickly poised ready, we started to snap,
A lovely opportunity which fell into our lap.

Its lovely grey feathers fluttered in the chilly breeze,
Intrigued in what we were doing and eager to  please.
It preened and it danced and pushed out its little red breast,
Then eventually flew away, back to its nest.

Stuck in lockdown, we do lots virtually,

To do what we need to, with those we can’t see.

So from the comfort of my sofa,  I watched a virtual black tie event,

Awards were presented although all nominees were absent.

 

The comedian compare was present all the same,

Standing alone for his moment of fame.

And as he announced the award we were waiting for,

I was delighted to witness my favourite nominee win it once more.

 

Three times on the bounce, the hat trick has been scored,

A veritable achievement one, I wholeheartedly applaud.

Nice to be part of his moment of glory,

A rare positive part of the Covid story.

 

The prerecorded acceptance speech was one not to be missed,

Who would have thought a BAFTA film producer he would enlist.

Mixing with the celebrities he took it all in his stride,

A perfect ending for someone justly bursting with pride.

A sunny afternoon stroll around crumbling castle walls,
Imagining days gone by and, the regal historical halls.
The castle is but a ruin now; the passing of time taken its toll,
But a recent excavation, shows artefacts of days of old.

Evidence of the dungeons and the danger are still clearly in place,
So many people having been there, the rich and the disgraced.
In spite of its importance, the castle now stands quiet and still,
But remains an imposing indication of the history of the hill.

A morning sky more beautiful than most,
A bright orange cloud from the sun’s warming light and roast.
As the whispy carrot coloured cloud quickly whirled through the sky,
I watched its beauty as it raced along by.

Soon back behind the gloomy grey clouds,
Back once more to mingle with the cloud crowds.
Like we do in life, it had its moment of fame,
Then was back to blending in with the crowds once again.

So be that orange cloud, take your moments to shine,
Dare to stand out from time to time.
Life passes by, just like the cloud,
Make a difference; be brave, be bold and be proud.

9 months on and many of us are still working from home,

Never on a laptop more, with Zoom, Skype or Chrome.

The Zoom fatigue is real, I think many have said the same,

But so was the commute, so it’s just a different game.

 

If you look for the positives, there are perhaps some perks,

Like more time at home to enjoy your own personal quirks.

So whilst we miss real people and the interaction that involves,

Nothing lasts for ever and with time, things will evolve.