A background wash of birdsong,
seagull squawk streaks,
Shuffling and fussing
short feet above our sun-stirred bedroom.
Spring drifts in on
frilly-bloomer-ed blossom breezes
And I no longer recognise the worries that beset my dark hours.
The hexagonal coffee pot chokes into life
bringing a bitter buzz of contentment;
The daylight grows tall with possibilities.
Lockdown Week 4 – The Net
Yesterday, we bounced –
Rushing moments of free flight into
The huge blue above us,
Before plummeting out of control
To the trampoline.
We giggled at our silliest jumps,
Then her face
Clouded over –
A hover-fly trapped in the netting.
Eventually, racing heart pulsing clumsy fingers,
I managed to stretch the mesh
And off it flew.
We lay down on the canvas and the net grew tall
And reached up to the sky, trapping us and the whole world in
Charlotte Oliver lives in Scarborough. She writes lifestyle features and reviews of pretty much anything for various print and online publications. Her website is here.