Thursday, 28 January 2021

Isabella - in the Pink!

How blessed am I with this sweet gem:

Petite and poised down to striped hem!

Now three and growing very fast

These captured moments soon flash past…

 

Nonchalant with legs crossed over

Our pixie - arm outstretched - in clover

Rosy cheeks by bonnet ringed

Her pink aura - quite undimmed.

 

Too young as yet to feel much stress

She rides, untrammelled, on her crest

Where school and COVID hold no sway

All trauma for another day.

 

Seen through the artistic eye

Of clever Mum, caught on the fly

Encapsulating love’s sweet dream

In the cup of life - pure cream!


(c) Poet in the woods 2021




 

Tuesday, 26 January 2021

On DNA Testing

Who wants to learn their DNA

And give their heart and soul away?

Yes, we can now dive in gene pool

Thanks to this intriguing tool.

 

It might confirm what we’ve been told

Or some unsavoury tale unfold ...

An indiscretion won’t stay hid

Perhaps we’re someone else’s kid!

 

A gob of spittle in a tube

Might engender family feud

Add branches to our family tree

Or solve a cold case mystery.

 

Large companies, I name no names,

Make startling and amazing claims

For this gift that keeps on giving

Ensuring them an easy living!

 

What if the test clears up a doubt?

A long-lost ancestor found out …

We think we know where we belong;

Imagine if we learn we’re wrong!

 

This two-edged sword we’ve come to know

Big ‘spanners-in-the-works’ can throw;

We’re curious our roots to find

Though answers might just blow our mind!


(c) Poet in the woods 2021



 

Monday, 25 January 2021

January - on the Move!

 Snow, sleet and slush we’ve seen before

Now rain soaks deep on forest floor;

Today a primrose sun, blue skies

Small aerobic birds surprise!

 

Make no mistake, while we’re inside

Wee tendrils burst forth just outside

Wow! Odd-shaped buds on silent trees

Which grow, defiant, in the freeze.

 

Marauding fox and graceful owl

In dark shadows keenly prowl;

No curfew for our woodland friends,

Some may come to sticky ends!

 

Will dawn dispel night’s chilly grip?

Puddles mirror street lights lit;

Every day more sunlight comes

As owners take their dogs for runs.

 

Neighbours scrape ice, rev cold cars

Perhaps observing the last stars;

The local school at foot of slope

Stays open, parents watch and hope …

 

Early growth – watch where you tread!

Nature burgeons, far from dead;

To keep at bay those winter blues

Observe bold nature – and enthuse!


(c) Poet in the woods 2021





Thursday, 21 January 2021

A New Dawn for Joe

Jan 20 - what a windy day!

The Capitol in proud array

With Stars and Stripes in ordered rows;

The National Guard kept on its toes.

 

With Forty-Six on limo plate

The ending of a fierce debate

At Arlington, all hearts beat fast

 As Joe observes the troops file past.

 

Biden’s speech, bold invitation

Unity - for troubled Nation!

So much to do, so little time;

As President, Joe needs to sign

 

In Oval Office, his first day:

Accord on Climate here to stay;

COVID claims more lives than War

Here Biden hopes that he will score

 

By putting healthcare at the top

So all fake news and “tweets” must stop.

Ambitious yes, this Democrat

Who as a V.P. often sat -

 

By Obama, knows the rules

And legislates while anger cools.

Security and troops are key;

The E.U. buoyed with hope, can see

 

That Joe, now fully “at controls”

Has other views and brighter goals

Kamala Harris at his side

Her Senate role a tricky ride…

 

And what of he* who slinks away

What role does he intend to play?

The winds of change are blowing strong

Lost on the airways his swan song!


(c) Poet in the woods 2021



Joe Biden elected 46th President of the U.S. on 7th November, 2020.

* Donald J. Trump - 45th President of the U.S.

Tuesday, 19 January 2021

Passing the Baton?

Through different sources comes bad news,

So now, in emails I peruse

Much recalls friends who have died

Or those perched on the Great Divide…

 

Intransience is so hard to grasp

When each goodbye may be the last

With family travel now cut short

Long distances make us distraught…

 

I think of those in distant places

How I long to see their faces

Loved ones, family and friends:

My heart to all of them extends.

 

When it works, I.T. is fine

We can see our friends on line;

But life, folks, shouldn’t be this way

With COVID (damn it!) here to stay!

 

It’s more than time to take a stand;

Attenborough’s* helping hand

Will, we hope, the young inspire

Otherwise, things will be dire.

 

For years his words have wielded clout

Now ninety-four, time’s running out

Will politicians now take heed?

Is feisty Greta** up to speed?


(c) Poet in the woods 2021



*Sir David Attenborough (born 1926)

**Swedish activist Greta Thunberg (born 2003)


 

 


Sunday, 17 January 2021

The Last Week-End?

The world stands poised for change we know,

Pristine mounds of melting snow

Thaw underfoot as out we go

With well-shod feet;

It’s as if Nature blanks the past

Biden waits his chance at last

The old regime, soon to be cast

Out in the street…

 

Winter’s blanket starts to fray

The frosty filigree gives way

To mirrored mud pools tinged with grey;

The cold dawn cracks!

Pigeons, on woodland rim, swoop low

In fragile sunlight they all know

Life is awakening below

They must make tracks …

 

Still in our closed world we abide

No let-up on this long, long ride

Which has our patience sorely tried

For quite a while;

In spring when leaves dress every tree

And birds and bees rejoice, will we

Be vaccinated and mask-free?

 Doubt clouds my smile …


(c) Poet in the woods 2021




Wednesday, 13 January 2021

It's Worrying ...

I cast around in troubled seas

To see what floats in wintry breeze

Take Cork: Irish infections rise

Post-Christmas break – sad, bad surprise.

 

Clause 50 banned, Trump Texas-bound

Impeachment now has louder sound;

In Heysel, there’s no motor show

But sales continue – who will go?

 

Out on a limb, we get chores done:

Each day – some extra rays of sun!

We clutch at straws, connect on Skype

And wonder, will our lives come right?

 

Our minds confused; books our escape!

 Past times recalled; old memories raked …

Life isn’t like it used to be

The future, veiled, seems hard to see …


(c) Poet in the woods 2021




Tuesday, 12 January 2021

New Priorities

Who would have a thought a walk would be

Top-of-the-list when we are free?

And with a dear friend by our side

It is great. I know, I’ve tried!

 

It’s little things, the common touch

In COVID times, which mean so much.

A phone call, postcard, FB link

Can jerk us back from boredom’s brink.

 

I don’t know how it is for you,

But this Jan opens vistas new;

A good de-clutter helps our ch’i

To flow freely; Vive Feng Shui!

 

We ponder many trivial trends;

Browsing’s out, as no one spends

Much effort buying last year’s stock

So, Nature walks now hit the spot!

 

Our Perfect Planet, long neglected

Needs our care, must be protected

Healthy forests disappear

Bushfires rage in Southern sphere…

 

We talk of aid for poorer Nations

But what we need is “Action Stations!”

Deep down we know we’re profligate

Wake up, Folks, it’s not too late!

 

In Western lifestyles fuelled by greed

Is “Make and Mend” such a bad creed?

Tragic imbalance – so unfair

Contentment burgeons when we share!


(c) Poet in the woods 2021



 

 

Friday, 8 January 2021

Grey Thoughts in Sleet!

Winter knows what it’s about!

Cheeks burn with sleet as I set out

Bare branches shimmer, wan-sun kissed

The Hautes Fagnes glow with snowy pistes…

 

But even in the open air

Ski lifts dangle, cold and bare

Weekend tourists cannot come

As COVID bans fun in the sun.

 

No chance to turn a trick or three

As home’s the place we have to be;

Hands-on professions cannot start:

Tattooists fail to make their mark!

 

Warm hats and scarves: we hide away

Unsightly roots of ageing grey

It’s easy and shows common sense

Why fuss to keep up the pretence?

 

Our standards slip, this harsh world’s real

Why bend your nose to the grind wheel?

New vistas beckon: less is more

An untried mindset to explore …


(c) Poet in the woods 2021




 

 


Thursday, 7 January 2021

Thomas Turns Seven!

‘Now we are six’ is so last year

We turn the page and it is clear

Dear Thomas, you have reached new heights

Proud Auntie in your skills delights!

 

It’s not my fault I’m not in Oz,

I’m sad but this is all because

The COVID virus stops planes flying

So, in my own way, I am trying

 

To wish you, on your special day

When you turn seven, “Hip! Hurray!”

I’m sure your Mum will bake cupcakes

I’ve seen what yummy things she makes!

 

Great celebrations there will be …

No doubt you’ll have some friends to tea

Or a special picnic in the park

How I wish I could take part…

 

Your love of learning warms my heart;

You’ve made of maths a special art

I taught you how to tell the time

Perhaps now - you can read this rhyme?


(c) Poet in the woods 2021


Thomas on his new bike!



Thomas reading his birthday poem from Auntie!



Un-President-ed!

Democracy came under threat

An epiphany as not seen yet

Capitol focused and invaded

The President still unpersuaded.

 

In his eyes - election stolen

And yet the bell for him was tolling …

While College votes were deftly counted

Tension on the outside mounted.

 

Angry hordes soon scaled the walls

Broke through the cordon, rushed indoors

A day of infamy declared

Trump’s folly had the Nation scared …

 

Crazed storming of U.S. Bastille

Misguided crowds fought to be “free”.

Agog, the world watched overnight;

Trump’s words which Biden said incite

 

The populace to storm the Hill;

Speaker’s desk gate-crashed – a thrill!

The National Guard put to the test:

Four deaths and fifty-two arrests.

 

All to confirm election goal

As sure as eggs – some heads will roll!


(c) Poet in the woods 2021




Tuesday, 5 January 2021

Felinity!

 Let’s take New Year Resolutions

2021 – year of confusions

Disappointments and illusions

Life – a challenge!

Protracted upset of world nations

Lock-down status – tough temptations!

Arcane plans for vaccinations

But we manage.

 

If we look through Future’s lens

Maybe we can pick out trends

Which the Universe now sends;

We’ve gone too far

Restrictions of all kinds are grim

Past happy freedoms seen as sin

Human patience wearing thin

We’re under par.

 

Cats have nine lives - we have one;

They stalk the streets in search of fun

Or bask content in gentle sun

While we’re indoors;

We both on sofa can stretch out

Far niente rules, there is no doubt

But now we feel like lashing out

With angry claws!


(c) Poet in the woods 2021



Monday, 4 January 2021

Volcanic Thoughts

Sales in January at last!

No madcap rush with Christmas past

Speed limit 30 – the new rule

Persistent rain, kids back at school…

 

A silent morning, most at home

Unchallenged, bored and quite alone

Bemoaning this unnatural state

The vaccine cometh – yet we wait!

 

Two famous deaths just days ago:

Pierre Cardin, style icon, laid low

Claude Brasseur, actor, leaves the stage

Obituaries on history page…

 

Yet the “Perfect Planet” in full colour

Thrilled this poet like no other:

Volcanoes spewing through Earth’s crust

Bring life and death in equal thrust.

 

They're Nature’s way of showing stress

Unstoppable, they never rest

But lie quiescent, sometimes ages

Ere bursting forth in angry rages!

 

Faced with this sudden firework show:

Bold sparks, hot embers, lava flow …

Proud Man is put back in his place

Perhaps he too, will leave no trace …


(c) Poet in the woods 2021



On BBC1 - commentary by Sir David Attenborough

Pierre Cardin: 2.7.1922 - 29.12.2020

Claude Brasseur: 15.6.36 - 22.12.2020

Sunday, 3 January 2021

A Sunday Rant!

 The year is young

The trap is sprung!

Diaries begun;

We count the cost …

Hesitation?

Inspiration

Might occasion

Joy – or frost.

 

Days:  short and dark

Without a spark

Hold tight! Keep heart!

But it is tough …

Life just online

At first was fine

Now fatal sign

We’ve had enough.

 

Computer links

Where we clink drinks

Won’t iron out kinks;

Lock-down’s too much!

As humans need

Not online screed

Or books to read

But human touch …


(c) Poet in the woods 2021