Silly-Savvy Story: Lockdown

Lock-Down Three weeks, the British authorities said. Just three weeks to stay indoors, keep safe and protect others. It’s just a teeny-weeny virus, they said. Against our forces, and our willpower, it’s got no chance. We’ll corner it, and once it’s got nowhere to go, it’ll clear off, just disappear – poooffff! Like a bubble,Continue reading “Silly-Savvy Story: Lockdown”

Storm Diary 4 – Despair

Monday 9th March 2020 Middle Sprog – the sick one – very pleased to be off school missing his Maths mock exam; not so pleased about his sore throat. Another symptom of Coronavirus? Or does he know about my secret stash of lemon and honey lozenges? Who knows? NHS 111 is busy! Youngest Sprog notContinue reading “Storm Diary 4 – Despair”

Savvy-Storm Poem – An Unseen Enemy

Inspired by the poem ‘Knives Whistle’ by Sherwin Bitsui (Poem-A-Day website)   A hand reaches to touch longing for a touch of the softness of others but finding only the air of nothingness withdrawing from reality the hand reaches for the hardness of all that is still left plug, switch, keyboard, touchpad, mouse finding onlyContinue reading “Savvy-Storm Poem – An Unseen Enemy”

Second Happiest

  If this is the second happiest place, then where is the first?   And surely, then, if there is a first, there must be a first star, and, above that, a first double-star. To my mind, that makes Babergh the fourth happiest place.   What the papers don’t say, however, in courtesy to Babergh,Continue reading “Second Happiest”

Resignation

  A sign. May offers to resign. But, only if MPs accept her design. May’s not a loss, but why toe the line, if to give her the toss, we’ll swap her for twine?   Even if Donald has excellent thighs, why tie up our produce in a tangle of lies?   Copyright owned byContinue reading “Resignation”

On the Day that May Listens

  I will dive into a small gathering of Independents, I will spread out amongst them, filling in the gaps with my thoughts and my opinions, that will be shared and listened to, along with theirs. I will be the glue that, when baked, rises and spills over, spreading the sweet taste of freshness farContinue reading “On the Day that May Listens”