Microcosmos

Beneath your feet,
Under the tarmac,
Lie a billion tiny creatures.

They clamber up grass stalks,
and scurry under pebbles.

They speak in vibrations,
Mate at pace,
Life speeded up.

Predators?
There are too many too mention, so they live fast, die young.

They don't wish for glory, fame or money.

Needs are basic:

A little patch of disturbed ground,

A bit of moisture,

Occasional sunny spots,

And enough dead matter for food and shelter.

There is nothing to question, just the business of living.

Little creatures scuttling around,
Enjoying simple things.

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Poem Friday, #5

Camping - an ode to a summer trip

Packing is vital,
As is good gear.

A yellow tent:
colour is key.
Room for three - you, me, plus stuff.

Mess tins to eat from,
A stowaway stove.

Sleeping bags that zip together,
practical love.

A First Aid Kit for minor injuries,
A collapsible water carrier.

Anoraks for light rain;
Geek is chic.

Tickets to Paris:
CHECK
Montpelier and beyond.
A super-fast train sends us on our way.

Riverside campsite: ducks as nearest neighbours.
Pitch in a shady spot on sun-baked ground.

Read a lot, eat a lot, watch the stove boil.
Several hours wait for a cup of tea.
Slow food, angry burn.

Never ending sunshine; river swims and paddles.

Read some more.

Bike rides in silence.
Canoe with joy.

Snooze in the afternoon.
Early to bed.
Wake early,
with a smile.

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Poem Friday No. 4

Springtime

The flower fairies have worked their magic:
Snowdrop circles
Crocus rings
Swathes of daffodils
And tulip towers

Little lambs
Line the fields
Youthful exuberance abounds

The sun shines
for longer each day
Warmth envelopes our soul

Birds sing
For supper
For love
For joy

Spring:
New beginnings
Hope
Happiness
Health
Smile for the new dawn of each passing day.

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From the recently created new series: Poem Friday (this is # 3). Set up for some of my colleagues I now share a new poem every Friday. Spreading a little bit of creativity.

A new season

Spring came today
The sun shone bravely after winter's last bite

The birds sang valiantly nearly broken by the enduring chill
But with hope shining forth

People smiled and looked to the sky
Children spun round and round

We spoke
The deadlock broke
An end to the winter of discontent

Spring has come
New movement has begun

The Roost

Sundown
And a million zebra finches descend on a bush

Beaks
Vibrant
Twittering the news of the day

Delicate
Feet gripping
War-torn branches

Iridescent
Plumage
Like a colour wheel

Eyes
Black-ringed
Beady
Inquisitive

Wings akimbo
Fracas on the foliage

Sudden start
Take flight
A uniform mass of colour
Wheeling to the sky


Zebra finch (Poephila guttata)
Native to Australian grassland.
Imported to the Barbican Arts Centre in London for an Art installation with guitars. Strange but true. I didn't want to write about the installation. I'd much rather imagine them in their native habitat. Exchanging news as they prepare to rest.