Without a fridge The sun was her preservationist   Without a bathroom The family did it in the open   Without a microwave oven Cold meal was a religion   Coal-pot cooker was a luxury Its glow embers kept her cold at bay But not…

The rusty old piano sits there Years of disuse Centuries of neglect

The Crystal Set “You want a try?” my brother says lifting the headphones from his own ears and placing them on mine At first, I hear nothing but my brother scratches the wire across the crystal and the sound of stringed instruments fills my head…

Across the room, a relic stands It has many a year The tunes of generations’ bands Heard by many an ear Played by a man, up in his time He’s seen and heard it all Requests are grand, critiques are few From open to last…

Hour Four – Write a poem set a hundred years ago, or a hundred years from now. The Wooden Football   The boys played ball, that’s what I’ve heard They kicked it around whenever they could Boots caked in mud, and sometimes blood The football…

Can you hear that? oh la’… oh la’… As the piano key speaks. Can you hear that? Oh la’… oh la’… As the melody creak. All were from the narrow road, Now haunted, Not wanted. Can you hear that? The eerie sound as I speak,…

shattered busted torn and twisted warped burned infested and rotted alone decaying into the earth again

  Hour 4 – Haiku in 100 years time 🌞 🫣 🌌 🌧 🏙 🌆 🌅   (Translation) The sun hides at night rain clouds cover the city City sun rises

Amid the chaos and cruelty of war, amid the bombings, the fires, amid the desperate attempts to flee, amid the broken glass, smashed pots, abandoned belongings, the woman uncovers her beloved piano, wipes the dark dust from the keys, and then, for the last time,…

Freedom ain’t never been a land you see Where we landed the sea Barely sown or reaped Never handed down cheap Blood soaked and creeped Mr Hughes show warned us That place was never the place it seemed Selling and crushing dreams Even from its…