Two men and a van
Bish, bash, bosh, hurrah, job done!
Put the kettle on!
Today’s removal men for our daughter were fantastic! If only the flat pack furniture was as straightforward…
(20.02.25)
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Author: BenDQ
Poem 431 – Packing
Packing bags
Packing boxes
Packing cars
Packing trucks
Packing tools
Packing kettles
Packing hopes
Packing losses
Packing dreams
Packing memories
Packing fears
Packing love
Packing family
Packing friends
Packing stories
On every box
Our daughter’s moving this week, raising memories of our last move where as a young girl she wrote stories on every box.
(19.02.25)
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Poem 430 – The Crows
The black crows wheeled about and dived,
Three harbingers of doom descending
In perfect harmony, upon the man.
I knew not why they chose this wanderer,
Just what his crime or cause of grief,
But froze in horror as they harangued him.
Their cawing clawed along my back,
Paralleling their piercing talons,
Which, rampant, ripped his suit to shreds.
Brandishing his umbrella like a bayonet,
He thrust it furiously at the fiends,
But repelling them not retreated.
Around the corner he ran in terror,
Before, when out of sight, he screamed
A sound like shrieking foxes wailing.
At last I roused myself and ran
To offer help in fending off
These beasts, but found them gone, a feather
Left lying on the floor, the only
Evidence of their existence.
And of the man? No sign remained…
I never found the missing man,
Nor saw the hellish crows once more,
Except asleep in anxious dreams,
But even now I shrink in fear,
Upon the sight of silent birds
Aloft on wing or lonely trees.
Walking to church today I saw the crows sweeping in a curve, one before the other, in a downward dive. Starting to write about the sight, this is what came out. I didn’t intend to write gothic or alliterative verse, but that’s where it took me.
(18.02.25)
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Poem 429 – Kenwood Bridge
The perfect vision
Arching delight
Curving crisply
Casting the light
Reaching over
Reeds and blue water
Alas this bridge
Is an imposter
To celebrate half term, we took some time today to visit Kenwood House and grounds. Over the lake reaches this beautiful bridge which can be seen from the house. Close inspection, however, reveals it is a sham – it is a two dimensional prop!
(17.02.25)
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Poem 428 – Two Friends
The simple joy
Of an evening spent
With two old friends
Two friends whose lives
Have intertwined
And accompanied ours
Two friends who shared
Our wedding day
(But sadly not with us)
Two friends whose children
Have become
The friends of ours
Two friends who’ve walked
Our joys and trials
As we’ve walked theirs
Two friends with whom
We can relax
And simply be
Seemed an obvious follow-up to the last couple of days’ poems. That’s not us in the photo though, surprisingly I’ve virtually no photos of just the four (or eight) of us. Thanks J&B!
(16.02.25)
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Poem 427 – ‘Days’ Revisited…
Eleven thousand,
One hundred and thirty seven,
Spent married to you.
Who’s counting? I am.
Each matters, every one a
Choice made together.
From the heady start,
Somersaulting down the aisle,
When Ben married ‘Ken’.
The joy of shared walks,
Exploring each other’s hands,
And ways of thinking.
To expanding love,
The miracle of childbirth,
And growing as one.
Enduring Ofsted,
Learning how you like your tea,
Shared viva anger.
Funding the future,
Investing all my eggs in
One basket with you.
Every day matters,
From mundane daily chores to
Ecstatic highlights.
Eleven thousand,
One hundred and thirty seven,
Spent in loving you.
Ok, so yesterday’s hastily scrawled haiku didn’t convey the feeling behind it (the time was better spent doing that in person than absorbed on the mobile writing!) Hopefully this conveys some of that. And yes, our vicar did try and marry Ben and Ken, his embarrassment a cause for great delight for the rest of us!
(15.02.25)
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Poem 426 – Days
Eleven thousand,
One hundred and thirty six,
Spent married to you.
A haiku for Valentine’s Day.
(14.02.25)
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Poem 425 – It Takes Two
A waltz can be stopped
when one partner sits down,
but for a dance to be danced
both partners are needed.
A war can be caused
by the actions of one,
but for peace to be peace
both parties are needed.
After the news of Trump’s calling Putin about the end of the war in Ukraine, I’m hoping his approach is more than mere appeasement.
(13.02.25)
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Photo by Marko Zirdum
Poem 424 – Silent Echo
Stepping outside, the valley dampens sound.
Beyond the cry of geese the air is still
and heavy on the lake, subdued, breath held.
The trees are layered green with moss and fern.
A deer stalks by. I sense the world is his
not mine, we are the interlopers here.
And in this distant moment the earth rewinds
in recollection of its ancient past, remembering
Eden before we walked upon its lawns.
Talking a break within a busy church conference today, we took a walk in Ashburnham’s grounds and stepped briefly into another world.
(12.02.25)
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Poem 423 – Driving Through 1066
‘The Norman horde must be holding us up ahead,’
I laughed out loud, as we languished in the lane.
And so imagine my surprise when, making
it around the roundabout, we ran into
a fearsome figure fighting on a horse!
Before him fought on foot a Saxon armed
with axe and anger, armour dulled by blows
so skillfully cut by William’s swiping sword.
Thus trapped, the tortured troops of Harold stand,
eternally caught in conflict with the Conqueror.
Driving to a conference today, we were held up in the Sussex town of Battle…
(11.02.25)
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