There are silverfish in the bath, my love, There are silverfish in the bath! I can close my eyes and count to ten, Or hold my breath till the Lord knows when — But when I’m looking once more and breathing again There are still …
Where Is Freedom Born
Is freedom born in a fire burning a palace?
Or is it born in advancing radical change?
(That many, fearing their place, would ignore, alas)
Or is just in the suggestion of a fair exchange?
It was born in Wisbech to a dissenting clan
And William Godwin was the citizen’s name
Grew through education to a rational man
For his eloquent writing and vision gained fame
Railed against both all governments and god above
Believed in encouraging young enquiring minds
With the free spirit Mary Wollstonecraft found love
Boldly wrote that laws should never a person bind
Personal creativity brought to flower
Thus we can exorcise the spectre of power
Seasickness Here, there is clarity. A raw, persistent truth – a cold disparity – hidden beneath these tessellating fields. Fields stitched by ditches to a muddy canvas. An after- thought, a lost and lonely landmass. Marshes marred by the harshness of weather-worn trees. Each movement …
A Recipe for Beginning Afresh using lockdown store cupboard ingredients.
Before the counting’s done,
while it’s still fresh,
take one wobbly cyclist
newly confident on empty roads.
A cup of watching nature in the garden.
At least 500g of birdsong,
feel free to add more to taste.
As much as you can find of empty skies
and smog free air.
A handful of daily walks.
A good slug of care and compassion.
A tablespoon of acting for the greater good.
A smidge of clap for carers if you fancy.
3 cups of verges brimming with wildflowers.
A litre of clearer water from Venice.
Add all the ingredients and mix.
Don’t forget the cherry on top
Lower Carbon Dioxide emissions.
Serve anytime, day or night.
There’s more than enough,
to enjoy right now
and leave to prove
the benefits for future generations