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Post Jubilee

How strange I have not felt the need to write;

Too busy marking papers, while the round

Of celebrations for the Jubilee -

Garden parties, wall-to-wall TV -

All conspired to blot out and confound

Occasional ideas which broke the light.

But now as things calm down and we return

To some sense ot normality, I find

Unexpected lines forming again,

Like droplets running down the window pane,

Until they coalesce within my mind

Into this verse, for you to read in turn.

            This may not be a masterpiece but, hey,

            I'm glad this sonnet saw the light of day.

Brian Hick May 2012

©copyright Sally Hick 17.5.24

 1164

Jubilee

A day excursion on the train

We've had sandwiches and flasks of tea,

So lets just hope it doesn't rain,

We're going to the Jubilee!

Quickly - there's the guard's last call,

There's hardly room for you and me.

But no one seems to mind at all

We're going to the Jubilee!

Look mm over there, she's dressed

In Union Jacks and flags like me;

Hush dear please don't be a pest,

We're all going to the Jubilee!

Grandma tells us that she saw

The coronation on TV

With Mrs Bright who lived next door,

She's going to the Jubilee!

They say there will be more ships moored

Along the Thames for all to see

Than Handel's time or George 111.

And they went to the Jubilee!

And in years to come will they

Take their children on their knee

To recall, as we today,

How we went to the Jubilee!

Brian Hick May 2012

©copyright  Sally Hick 16.5.24

1163

It must be great to be like Tennyson

Or match a Wordsworth's long romantic line

To ensure each reader grasped the meaning

And hearts were moved by imagery and rhyme.

So why it is that everything I write

Revolves around the trivia of the day

Rather than eschewing what is light

To concentrate on what I'd like to say?

And while I yearn to set the world ablaze

With insights into what is good and true

My verse it full of moans about the trains

Or packets that need scissors to undo.

Yet if my being grumpy raises smiles,

Perhaps it outruns serious verse by miles?

Brian Hick May 2012

©copyright Sally Hick 15.5.24

 

 1162

                  I needed

                A wing-nut

           To mend the table.

But B&Q would only sell me 10

               Anyone want

               9 wing-nuts?

Brian Hick May 2012

©copyright Sally Hick 14.5.24

 1161

Summer sun's sea mist

Stirs a cultural melos;

Brighton Festival.

A lovely day in

Brighton, and then happily

Back to our new house.

Brian Hick May 2012

©copyright Sally Hick 13.4.24

 1160

Squirrel - first guest @ 146

Most visitors were

Pre-arranged to sort things out;

You're simply welcome.

Brian Hick May 2012

©copyright Sally Hick 10.5.24

 Moving on (12)

21 5 12

             You'd think by now I should have had the time

            To relax and turn our move to rhyme;

            Yet, though it all went smoothly, everything

            Is out of joint and, what's more worrying,

            While simple things like scissors or a spoon

            Are lurking somewhere in the other room,

            Those items undeserving of the light

            Refuse to disappear from our sight.

            Even trying to make a cup of tea

            Becomes a battle with my memory,

            As if each tiny tea-bag thinks it's fun

            To hide away and keep me on the run.

                      But then that's nothing when I come to think

                      Of phone lines and computers on the blink.

23 5 12

            A day in Brighton, not that far to roam

            But it's worth it, just to come back home.

Brian Hick May 2012

©copyright Sally Hick 9.5.24