The first colour in the garden |
Having said that, I did write a Christmas ghost story. I think this was inspired by reading some in Jeanette Winterson's book about Christmas. That was a jolly good book, by the way. I wrote my story in one go and edited it over the next two days. It now sits on my laptop waiting for the right place to send it.
My poetry challenge moves on and I'm now in week 37. I had a period where I was stuck and asked my Facebook friends for some random words. Two friends came through and I've ended up with a love story poem involving a tandem and a poem about the Australian bush fires, the latter I share with you at the end of this post.
On the climate subject I am reading Extinction Rebellion's Handbook. I knew they were organised just from being around them in London last year, but I never realised just how much thought and planning goes into everything. I bet not many know that at their safe zones they feed anyone who needs food - commuters, homeless, even the police. There is a lot of sympathy from those who have to intervene due to their job. I think before people slag them off for being a nuisance they should read this book. I think they will be surprised.
I have no courses booked this year, which has come as a great shock to my friends! I aim to walk more, visit places, read lots and experience new things. Last year was a particularly tense one and I'm looking to see which way the wind blows this year, go with what seems right and be a bit more impulsive. I feel I might be on a new path, or maybe its just a break from the usual I need. I am, as they say, going with the flow!
The Design Museum, Kensington High Street. Went to see Moving to Mars exhibition here with my techie son who made it more interesting because he could answer my questions! |
Tip of the Iceberg
And
still there were doubters and deniers
as
the inferno licked at walls of houses,
destroying
everything before it.
Some
said it was normal, just a blip
in
the season. This was Australia, after all.
And
as the fires raged through the bush,
smoke
could be seen from space
edging
towards New Zealand,
while
masked people walked the city
of
toxic fumes, praying for rain.
Fires
swept people towards the coast
where
they waited for boats
to
take them to safety,
while
ninety-five per cent of Koalas
perished.
Bodies of Australia’s
wildlife
lay scattered by roadsides,
charred
and scarred.
And
unbelievers still deny
as
the world carries on
imploding
around them
in
floods and wildfires.
The
tip of the iceberg
is
melting.
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