There Were Only Eight Hundred

The bush-flecked Cretan slopes Surround the glistening graveyard, Where pale monuments salute in rows Those heroes felled in war. The repeated remorse of pointless loss Laid out in military symmetry. As sadness mounts, we seek consolation In the information that Only Eight Hundred are here. Only Eight Hundred bodies, bloodied remains Of former babies. Only …

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Notes of Loss

In shock we tuned in to the rolling news, And tears were shed across the nation, Leaders stepped up to share loving views, With tributes and stories of her dedication. Oaths, pledges and prayers all about us rang, As the coffin snaked to its lying in state, While crowds laid flowers and choristers sang, The …

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Fine Lines

Why, they ask, was the gathering wrong, Just a few people for not very long? Happy Birthday with a slice of cake – It seems their rules are theirs to break. On Fridays at 4 they held Wine Time, For the rest of us that would be a crime, Empty bottles piled up in those …

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Playing with Words

It all began with the Brexit bus, Promising aid to our NHS, Bold phrases fuelled by repetition, Key details lost by subtle omission. Rejecting the notion of ‘Lacking trust’, Politicians prefer to be ‘Levelling up’, with ‘World-beating stats’ and ‘Record highs’, Even as Covid continues to rise.

Lasting Posts

How much time did we spend online, Creating our Covid message mine! Just a few words, so easy to send, The way to stay in touch with friends.

The Bat That Bit

Yes, I’m the one: the bat that bit, An act that landed quite a hit, If I had known what would unfold, Perhaps I’d not have been so bold.   Since all of you love global travel, It didn’t take long for life to unravel, At first the spread felt fairly slow, But by mid-March …

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You fed me with a spoon that day, For the first time.  A tear in your eye, Delight at that memorable milestone, And all those yet to come – Such as learning to talk and handle a fork. Then, I’d make that walk to school and see My world open up in the blink of …

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