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Life Poetry

Wednesday

#Octpowrimo

Weekday

Woven tween Tuesday and Thursday

Woden’s Day – named after a saxon god

and a sign – when you wake up

weekend is on its way

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Poetry

Monday

Salford, April 27 2020

Where did the weekend go ?

start of a week in a time of lockdown

quarter to seven – even the resident birds are still sleeping

a new feathered friend flies past the window

he mustn’t have got the memo

Right about now

Ra is popping his head up over the horizon

painting colours on the waterside

The hour draws closer

and I can hear the rumble of traffic

of essential workers

on the busiest road in the country

occasionally stopping

for petrol or snacks

at the metro mart

Auntie beat them all to the charge

Breakfast telly started an hour ago.

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Poetry

Saturday

Saturday 25th April 2020

#Napowrimo #Outdoors #Covid-19

Somewhere outside, there’s a demon with

a seriously bad sense of humour

the people are relaxed, as they walk around the town, but

until the medics say its ok, we can only enjoy the weather

relaxing in the front garden….or limited exercise

doing anything in groups – at the mo – a serious no

and all you can do is take solace from that moment in the

yellow warm sunshine you’ve been given – enjoy the Vitamin E and watch the wildlife

Categories
Food Poetry

Meat pie

They lined up down the street

For a chance they got one

The kids on the grapevine

Whispering the news

The meat pies are in

The boys from baxendale

Made young men smile

As a waft of meat

Travelled from the chip shop

The meat pies were in

And wrapped up with chips

And a dash of chip shop vinegar

Young lads would follow their dads

Delivering Friday nights tea

The meat pies were in