A NEW DAY – A NEW YEAR by me
The morning fires burn
Behind the long line of the horizon
Cloud covers come off
Grey flocks fold in sheets
All flat and squashed
Stars have fled West
Us passengers wake cross
To airline tea
And airline toast.
A JANUARY WASHDAY IN SHEFFIELD also by me
Black trees rattle in the icy wind
Through gale-smashed panes the greenhouse sings
Tights, shirts, tea-towels, bras and knicks
Dance to welcome eighty-six
Those poems were written so long ago. The second one carries its date within it, but i am not sure when I wrote the first - early in our expat travelling days, on our first big trip to the Far East I think. We were sleeping on the plane as the new year dawned and woke to a wonderful flat flocked cloudscape.
And I do remember that January washday - icy cold, panes of greenhouse glass smashed in the storm, and my mother's washing flapping valiantly in the back garden. I hope so much I will see my parents again, and that one day, my mother and I will be hanging out the washing together in the paradise earth.
My attempt to restart my walks, just half an hour a day, has not gone well. We had a very disturbed night (Friday/Saturday) as my ankle swelled up, I was in so much pain I could barely move and the Captain had to help re painkillers. I did manage to get back to sleep. Last night was not good either. My right shoulder - my only real one - is now troubling me because I had to get back on my zimmer briefly.
Yesterday it was the Assembly at Haysbridge - REJOICE IN JEHOVAH. There is no way I could have got there, but, wonderfully, due to the Covid lockdown, the Assembly came to me! I hope to post a few points from it as I digest my notes - assuming I will be able to read my mad arthritic scrawl.
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