Hour Twelve


In white veined petals,
I see the sea,
Veins becoming foam
As tides rush in and out,
Captured in a snapshot of fragile flower,
As short-lived as the sea is enduring.
Blue fills my vision, my memories
Of standing on piers, watching waves,
Captivated by this dangerous beauty,
Taste of salt on my lips and breeze in my hair,
Hands grasping the thin, steel railing
That is all that prevents us from joining
The waters below,
To be swallowed whole,
And be surrounded by blue.

Hour Eleven


Like a needle threaded through clouds,
The skyscraper sits atop the world
Gleaming glass and metal – indestructible
Pointing to the future spread out before us.
Every beat of its silver drum
A new wave of humanity’s flag,
Another feather in technology’s cap,
A climb so high, we dare not look down,
Refusing to ask who is still there,
To catch us when we fall.

Hour Ten

January Birthday

With a birthday in early January
He has to accept the nearness to Christmas,
Joint presents and second thoughts
For wishing him a happy birthday
When surely Christmas and New Year
Were not even finished with?

To add to the ill-timed nature of his celebrations
He has to share his birthday with his brother,
The exact same day, six years apart –
Couldn’t be planned if they tried.

And although he’s the younger
It’s very much clear
That he’s late to this party,
As his brother laments
The lack of a shiny new bike
And the appearance of a sibling instead!

Hour Nine


This too shall pass,
Like this month’s flavour
Becoming next month’s
Fish and chip wrappings –
Nothing lasts forever,
And nothing gold can stay.

So make hay while you can
But don’t count your chickens yet,
And this too shall pass
And all will be well –
But nothing lasts forever,
And nothing gold can stay.

Learn from your mistakes
And don’t let history be repeated,
Time flies if you have some fun
And take your laughter medicine –
Just remember that nothing lasts forever,
And nothing gold can stay.

Hour Eight

Harry Potter

Harry Potter, living under the stairs,
Always wondered why nobody cared.
“You’re a wizard, Harry”, Hagrid explains,
So it’s off to Hogwarts and some friends to gain.

Four school houses live in deep conflict,
While students have homework and spells to lick,
But on the forth floor, danger is hidden,
An an obstacle course to complete, they are bidden.

To save the day, Harry must play,
Wizard Chess, and a room full of keys
Before facing an evil professor
And the stone to seize.

But all ends well, and first year is over,
Harry returns to Privet Drive, no longer a pushover,
Wand in hand, and friends on his side,
Harry is a hero – full of Gryffindor pride!

Hour Seven


‘Normal is’, we laugh, shake our heads,
A vague pop culture reference we both enjoy.
There’s no such thing, we agree,
As you tell me again, how you
Have never been normal and I nod,
Knowing I wouldn’t have you any other way.

As we create our own reality,
Definition of normality,
Knowing we exist on the same page
And can write our own book
One moment at a time,
Building a life together.

Hour Six


This year, we have been unable to move,
To travel, explore, visit friends and family,
Stick to your own back yard, we are told,
Stay home, stay local, stay safe.

But, get outside, we’re also told,
Exercise, enjoy the fresh air,
So down to the seafront, I wander,
For a stroll or amble, or meander.

Sometimes a fast pace,
Marching along the promenade,
Sometimes slow, to admire the scenery,
Watching the tide draw in, or out.

As the sea breeze picks up,
I pass pier and bandstand,
Families and lone joggers,
Enjoying the evening air.

In this seaside town, I’m glad to call home,
I’ll just keep putting one step
In front of the other,
Till I reach my journey’s end.

Hour Five

Time Capsule

Years ago, Blue Peter showed a generation
How to make our own time capsules,
Bury them in a shoebox in the back garden,
Filled with stickers, teddy bears,
Action figures and Lego.
Erasers that smelt of bananas,
And pens in multi colours.
Marbles, conkers and skipping rope,
That filled our childhood days.

Years later, what would people think
Of a cardboard box in the ground?
Would pens still be used, marbles exist?
Just thirty years on, how times have changed.
Typing on phones, text speak,
A games online in a cloud –
Social media to keep us all connected.

But Lego has grown and grown,
If we send a mini-figure to the future,
Will they still have a place,
Thirty years from now?

Hour Four

A Little Better

Finding hope in the small wins,
As we strive to be better, do better,
Coming together in love and kindness
We can make someone smile,
Changing their days in ways unknown.

You may not change the world,
But the world is full of little things,
And every little helps,
Knowing we can all make a difference
For a brighter time to come.

Hour Three

Fifty Years

She stops outside number 82, sees a woman
Similar to the one
She herself remembers being.
Recollects her 21st, over fifty years ago,
And her husband to be, waiting
Until after the pub closed to attend,
Not sharing until years later
That he needed the Dutch courage to even enter the house.

Recollects her 21st, over fifty years ago,
Wonders what happened to that girl
Full of life and hope,
Who dared to love.
But her husband is gone
And she is left alone,
Standing outside a house no longer hers,
Filled only with memories.

The woman who looks like she used to,
Half her age, no wrinkles or worries,
Listens and laughs
In all the right places,
Lets her stop and talk,
And she finally feels seen,
Even though she misses her husband, and
Recollects her 21st, over fifty years ago.

The town has changed a lot,
But she stays here – born and bred,
Likes to tell her story,
Reminisce and remember
She can still hear the music,
Of the days when the dancing
Lasted all night, and they greeted the dawn,
That one night, on her 21st, over fifty years ago.

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