“Stay home” they said, as the birds began to nest
So we tidied our homes and made up beds to rest
Schools closed their doors, as the chicks began to tweet
So we listened to advice, and welcomed home our fleet
Children at our feet, as the birds were feeding well
So we fed our young and made their bellies swell
“Home school” they said, as the chicks prepared to fly
So we taught best we could, not teachers but we try
We’ll soon be free to roam, as we see chicks leave and glide
You’re not so different little birds, we’re all a little wild inside.
Two Sides of the Story
I am not worried
and I refuse to believe that
Covid-19 will change my future
I realise this may be a shock, but
we can’t improve the situation
we can get over this
I know what we need right now
is more important than
a small amount of lives being saved
I can’t say this enough:
things have been worse
we are being told
this is reality
through international coverage
and politicians too
the media tells me
this virus is here to stay
this will not happen.
I want to live a life of contentment.
in the future
this virus will be forgotten
I wish people would stop saying
my hopes and dreams have diminished
it is evident that
the world will recover from this in my lifetime.
it is foolish to presume that
I am worried
NOW READ UPWARDS
Constantly consumed by containing this beast.
Contagious coughing unleashed from the east.
Calling off concerts, and companies closed.
Controlling the virus, confinement imposed.
Collective conformance to curtail the spread.
Commuting confined to Key Workers they said.
Compulsively cleaning and masks on your face.
Can’t call on or cuddle those outside your place.
Confusion, concealment and contrasting views.
Collapsing economy again on the news.
Collusion, commotion, conflicting advice.
Complaining and cusswords ‘cause nothing’s concise.
Cremations increasing, Care Homes cannot cope
Calling for caution, you’ll listen – they hope.
Clambering clumsily, crowds out aplenty.
Catastrophic conclusion? This is 2020.
Lather oan suncream, throw oan the summer claes.
Saltcoats beach is waitin, I’m away to catch some rays.
I’ll daunter past the harbour and remember years ago.
Goin doon to see the boats, wi’ my grannies brother Joe.
I puzzle at the sun dial, it’s an hour oot a think
Go by the crowd wi’ bevvy, their taps aff lookin pink
Young ‘yins oot there climbing boulders, but the tide is comin’ in
Was worried for the eejits but they’re nearing shore agin
Every generation does it, navigating Saltcoats sea
As pretty as oor waater is, be careful or you’ll dee
Roon the curve I’ll wander, past the auld bowling alley
I remember headin’ up the stairs for Karaoke and a swally
It’s the pictures and the softplay noo, and it’s quiet there the day
For everybody’s doon the beach on this fine sunny day.
New tenants in the boatin’ pond, swans floatin happily
I gaze out at the Warrior, sleeping in tranquillity
Every place the world oo’er has a view they cherish most
But there’s nowhere quite as precious as this view alang oor coast
My heart skips a little beat as I step on Saltcoats shore
Aye, it’s not 1960’s busy, but it means I love it more
There’s weans oot there collecting treasures, shells and creatures from the sand
Crowds dookin in the shallow, I pass by castles lookin’ grand
I listen to the whooshing waves and gulls flying overheid
A waft of Melbourne chippy has them hopeful for a feed
I settle doon and rest now, dig my taes in, let them toast
And I thank the world for this fine place, my Saltcoats by the coast.
The Sleeping Warrior is the profile of the Isle of Arran, as it looks like a giant laying on his back. Its the view from Saltcoats beach.
I feel so grateful for living in Saltcoats. We have a beautiful uncrowded beach with the stunning view of the Isle of Arran on the horizon. I’ve written this is in local Scottish
This is my first attempt at a Reversal poem. It is a poem that you read in the normal way, and then afterwards you read it up the way to reverse the meaning. It was fun to write.
AM I ENOUGH?
I am not enough
And I refuse to believe that
I am worthy of love
I realise this may be a shock, but
Is a lie
You must be perfect to be worthy
I know that I am justified in what I say
Is more important than
I tell you this:
Once upon a time
A woman was happy with herself
– not reflective of reality
through Instagram and social media
Experts show me
I do conclude that
I want to live a life of contentment
In the future,
I hate the way I look
No longer can it be said
I’m happy being me
It is evident that
I need more
It is foolish to presume that
I am enough
And all of this will come true unless we reverse it.
The dVerse prompt was water, and so I’ve linked to a poem about scattering ashes.
She’s on her way
on this fine day;
whilst the sea
Her final drive;
she’ll soon arrive.
Pick a spot,
set her free –
on her dancing spree.
A sudden gust;
Off she flies