Tuesday, 11 August 2020

Feeling Heated?

I muse about our constant rain
As Belgians, bless them, all complain;
So don't you think in blazing sun,
They'd be overjoyed, not glum?

But no, their grumpiness shines through
They don't know what to wear, or do
It makes them tired, their pace is slow
They hope a cooling breeze will blow ...

Grass and weeds sport brownish tinge
Sunflowers shoot up straight; they whinge
«More heat is on its way!», we're told
Forgotten, thank God, months of cold...

No cheers, no shouts of heartfelt joy
You'd think these sunny days annoy ...
But roasting August gets my vote
As torrid weather floats my boat!

(c) Poet in the woods 2020

Monday, 10 August 2020

Blankenberge Beach Fight!

Parasols thrown through the air
Sand ammunition everywhere
The thin blue line rushed off its feet
As angry voices won't retreat...

I speak, of course, of Belgian coast
Where happy punters like to roast
In this unaccustomed heat
What better place is there to meet?

With extra beachward trains non-stop
All social distancing forgot
The burgomaster in despair
Day trippers bans from coming here!

But trains continue unabated;
Coastal towns rejoice, elated
As hordes arrive expecting thrills
And silver tingles in the tills...

A powder keg! These social norms
Thwarted as the crowd now storms
With angry cries and won't obey;
For the police – it's not their day!

(c) Poet in the woods 2020

Saturday, 8 August 2020

On a Hot Day

This ice cream summer, keeping cool
While we swelter, can be cruel.
Seedlings, once so cock-à-hoop,
Suffer and begin to droop...

The soil around them parched and dry
So daily water keeps them spry
Bees, pesky wasps and butterflies
Buzz and swirl with tiny flies...

Bright-coloured beetles land nearby
Against the wall they start to fry
I wear a broad hat as I weed
This is thirsty work indeed!

Above stark herringbone in wisps
Vegetation all sun-kissed
Our movements fraught, reduced to slow;
How shall I put it? Women glow!

(c) Poet in the woods 2020

Wednesday, 5 August 2020

The Fatal Flight

Enola Gay its weapon shed
On this day: 80,000 dead
The Empire of the Rising Sun
Crushed at last, like beaten Hun.

6th of August Forty-Five
Left marks on many still alive ...
A second bomb*, a tip-toed peace
Though this was only of short lease...

The Cold War kept us on our toes
As Man is ever bellicose.
Korea, Vietnam, genocide
Names we'd so much rather hide.

Still overshadowed by this threat;
On this day we recollect
Haunted Hiroshima ...
The Atom Bomb - a tough redeemer.

The Fall-Out (in more ways than one)
Is much more deadly than the gun...

(c) Poet in the woods 2020

*dropped on Nagasaki 9.8.45

Hiroshima 1945

Isabella with Peppa Pig

Isabella runs and leaps
And has no need of «little sleeps»
It's rare she pauses, this wee one
Life's not a picnic for her Mum!

She takes her long locks in her stride
See how she's rugged up warm, hair tied
Look! Mummy's made a pony tail
A cute coiffure puts wind in sail!

Today, so smart in her new rig
Her gaze is caught by Peppa Pig
Who fills the screen of big TV:
So Mum and Grandma Pam are free

To clean the house, prepare a meal
And keep the house on even keel.
At not-yet-three, she's a live wire
So keeping her engaged can tire!

She's on the go from dawn to dusk
«We need time off!», say all of us
While big boy Thomas likes to look
And get involved with a good book ...

(c) Poet in the woods 2020

Monday, 3 August 2020

Fine Talk - in the Market!

An early start, warm sunshine calls
Let's venture out to market stalls
Perched prettily in Wiener Square
Tempting us with tasty fare!

But what is this, amid the trees?
We cannot stroll just as we please
On the asphalt, Sunday morn
It's now one-way, chalk arrows drawn ...

Fruit and veg stacked up with flair
Roast chicken odours fill the air
Jams and clothes are on display
But - there are gaps along the way ...

The atmosphere is quiet, subdued
Despite the August sun, the mood
Is slightly cautious, people walk
In single file, there's not much talk.

Is this the shape of things to come?
Fear of contagion worries some
Corona lurks but bides its time ...
We mask up well - why risk a fine?*

(c) Poet in the woods 2020

* €250

Saturday, 1 August 2020

Hot Prices!

Are we breaking records once again?
This time for heat and not for rain
Sapphire blue skies with no cloud
It's rare for Belgium, we are wowed!

Friends tell me that their veg run riot
We share our produce on the quiet
Plums, salad greens and gold courgettes
This is as good, folks, as it gets!

Supermarkets pile fruit high;
A vibrant choice so punters buy
Berries of all shapes and sizes:
Sweet popping-in-the-mouth surprises!

With COVID, eating out's curtailed
Why leave a name so you are trailed?
We're spoiled for choice on market stall:
Home cooking is the best of all!

(c) Poet in the woods 2020