On this blog page you will find the work submitted over the course of the 2020 Quarantine Lockdown. It is a way of stay connected through our creativity, even whilst we have to be in isolation. Feel free to give constructive and supportive feedback through the comments section.
Beware What Lurks in the Shadows…
The creature crept around the shadows of the looming, granite buildings. Teeth gleaming in the moonlight, pointed blades of terror, steady, ready to slice into a soft, juicy piece of flesh. Its claws, long, with decaying flesh and dried blood compacted underneath it serrated nails, delicately tear apart flesh from bone in one movement, can…
Come Rest in My Care
The life of a chair is seen in waiting Unmoving and complaint free it stands Hoping to give you comfort at least once a day For service is the single purpose of a chair But doing nothing is just time spent waiting. Your weight is unimportant to your chair. It waits, ready, to bear that…
One
Whatever derogative name you call me Whatever bad feelings you harbour for me It won’t stop my humanity and solidarity. Being of mixed race myself I was brought up in a multicultural household. Acceptance, kindness and respect for others Was deeply instilled in me. I have a mixture of friends from all walks of life…
Between The Seasons
Between the seasons of autumn and winter Where fragrant rot And preservative frost Mingle with the mist When the fringes of nocturne sweep But give time out for last minute preparations Hibernation yawns comfort The long rest appeals to some But for others – Throaty coughs and sore joints The transition to lesser light And…
Post-Lockdown Blues
He woke up, Faintly remembering a pleasant dream, But as he got out of bed, He already felt tired, Worn out. Already felt like he was on the back foot, Like his very essence was draining away. Gone was the birdsong, Found whispering in the breeze… Lockdown was over. It was back to the good…
Loss
This day is the last A mourner’s bequest Imprisoned within hell’s fire In the bosom of her chest Her heart starts yearning For the pain of grief For what loss has inflicted Is sorrow’s only relief Music becomes a shadow Enhancing her despair For the body aches with anguish Knowing he is no longer there…
A Supportive word at a time of loss
When I see things from people who have lost loved ones or friends, I try always to say this comment, “Your loved one is still with you in more of a special way that no one and nothing can ever change or stop even in your hearts and good memories as well as the loved…
Trees
Trees are different they tell stories Trees remind me of a quiet place to be I find them enchanting Offering warmth of a summer breeze. Somewere to shelter away from a busy world I love to stand with them feeling brave. Ready to conquer the ocean waves Autumn in its banquet of gold leaves. Covering…
Art
Art should be bursts of tantrum Freedom Celebration Art should be questions we want answered Should be identity A hello A hug A smile And art should never need to be edited Just splashed Absorbed Evolved And moved on Art should be a collection of your fave cardigans Your dancing shoes Comforting Art should not…
A New Year Thought
The New Year can bring changes to everyoneIt’s going to be crazy year but it’s crazy hopefullyIt should change for all of us by Prue Fox
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