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The Diary of 2020

When all of this virus mayhem began, I was sick with a virus (maybe the virus but here in the UK we don’t have testing) and couldn’t contemplate writing any kind of journal to record the events that changed our world during March 2020. It is time to put some of my thoughts down so that I can look back in years to come and recall the good things as well as the bad.

Humour has helped me cope. When I worked in the health service, we nurses and midwives often relied on humour to de-stress. The fantastic Pam Ayres has written a great poem about being one of the oldies during the virus and I thank her for making me laugh during a time when so much media focus is on the sadness of our times.  Take time to look it up – it’s worth it.

Other things that have made me chuckle are the cartoons and photos of out of control hair, Barbie growing plump in Lockdown, precious children questioning their parents about things, reworking of songs replaced with virus thoughts, Victoria Wood exercise routine on YouTube and my granddaughter putting her face next to the screen when speaking on skype so that I am looking up her nose.

Has anything made you smile or touched your heart?

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A Poem for Our Times

This beautiful poem was sent to me recently (thanks to J.C.) and is worth sharing with you today while we go through the difficult days of our own pandemic. I acknowledge the talent and skill of the writer Kathleen O’Mara.


History repeats itself. This poem that was written in 1869 & reprinted during the 1919 pandemic

It was written in 1869 by Kathleen O’Mara:

And people stayed at home

And read books

And listened

And they rested

And did exercises

And made art and played

And learned new ways of being

And stopped and listened

More deeply

Someone meditated, someone prayed

Someone met their shadow

And people began to think differently

And people healed.

And in the absence of people who

Lived in ignorant ways

Dangerous, meaningless and heartless,

The earth also began to heal

And when the danger ended and

People found themselves

They grieved for the dead

And made new choices

And dreamed of new visions

And created new ways of living

And completely healed the earth

Just as they were healed.

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Sea Beads

This is a piece of prose I am constructing for a writers’ group. The topic is pollution.

In November 1999

the ocean extended to the horizon.

From our bow, we saw

an endless bath

on which our vessel bobbed.

Climbing one watery hill

skiing down the other side.

Driven by the wind

towards the tropical islands

with exotic names

and white sandy beaches.


Midway the power of the wind

became a gentle whiff.

We were becalmed, drifting

as we awaited a change in pressure.


Let’s go for a swim, he suggested

and in I dove

to water that caressed my body like silk

and so clear I watched my toes wiggle.


I thought that I was in the purest place on the earth

in those days before our oceans became soiled.

The plastic was probably already drifting

causing death and destruction to our precious planet

suffocating the residents so that the ocean became a watery grave.


Another ocean crossing in 2019

on a ship that towers above the waves

and I look down on specs floating by.

Rubbish created by humans

that scar the blue pond.



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The Lines

I wake and stretch

and for a moment, all is well

Then I remember

and another cell in my heart


Another furrow marks my face

and I wish for the past

When my lover was well

and my child had a future.

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Poem Challenge at

Below is a short poem I wrote in response to a challenge set by Maja at Visit her website and enjoy some of her lovely prose.

NaPWriMo: Day 5

Poetry prompt: What’s in the news today?

Pick one news headline and that can be something you really dislike; now write your own news that are quite the opposite, news you would like to hear or read in the newspaper, news in the form of poem or a story.


Headline – Russia blames rebels for Syria gassing

We are two
Friends not foe
Hands joined
Our breath as one
Pure air the prize.

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