LEFT UNSAID

The unwritten poem

The unused pen

No deep-hidden knowing

No muse

No then.

WREN

 The infant morning is playing with blocks of primary colours. Reds, yellows, and blues wait to be smeared across a tolerant sky. A wren hops into view, unsure of itself, chattering away to no-one. We've all been there. Its tiny form takes off, a blur vanishing into solid colour.

STICK INSECT

 I was sold a stick insect by a dodgy pet shop.

I was sold a stick by a dodgy pet shop.

DISPOSABLE FACES

We wear our mask

Upon our face

Not much to ask 

We know our place

We change our face

Beneath the mask

That shows good grace

If they should ask

Now off you go

Put on your mask

Your face will grow

To any task.

INVISIBLE ZEBRA

If an African zebra crossed,

One of our zebra crossings,

Would it just simply be lost,

From view from the traffic it's stopping?

SKIP

 

We rent a skip

We fill it

No more old carpet

Once proudly laid in a brand new home

No more old mower

Once hovered over a seeded lawn

No more old toys

Worn out by tiny, loving, growing hands

We rent a skip

We own a memory

We fill both with what we throw away.

ANCESTREE

If the trees were upside down

It really would be bonkers

Birds would nest right on the ground

Right next to fallen conkers.

If the trees were upside down

Would we be just the same?

Would roots and leaves the wrong way round

Makes family tree's insane?

NAUGHTY

I've woken up at 2AM

It's now just gone 2:40

I wonder if I'll sleep again

I wish my brain weren't naughty.

FORGOTTEN FACES

It'll feel strange to communicate with our whole faces when Lockdown ends. My eyes have been working overtime so long to convey meaning and nuance I'm worried I've forgotten how to smile. My bushy eyebrows deserve a mention. Wriggling away like mad. 

That'll have to stop. 🐛🐛

LOST IN LANGUAGE

The Swiss Army knife in coping

With communication.

The Swiss Navy life we open

When lost in translation.