#Weather #Lockdown #Poetry
The idea : imagine it snows constantly for 30 years – and then it stops…..
Strange….the snowflakes aren’t falling today
no more than a mouse has come
out to the house
where i live
Mum and dad are at our kid’s
so i’m sat under a rug
watching BBC News
all nice and snug
Wireless classics from out on the stage
and comedy recordings for a digital age
kept me occupied and going
off the page
But its starting to melt,
the snow and the ice
with the thermometer rising
its feeling quite nice
Need a shovel – not a boat
but i’ll be wearing my big coat
as to the shop i go
dressed like an eskimo
The Inkwell 