Wednesday
Feb 18th
St Albans
The
market buzzes
Haggling
and deals vie where once
Swords
clashed in battle.
Thursday
Feb 19th
Shrug,
turn away, leave;
Is
saying thank you so hard?
Frost
instead of warmth.
Friday
Feb 20th
Old
routes, known buildings
Nostalgia
has a hard edge
Struggle
balances joy.
Sat Feb 21st
Sat Feb 21st
"Your
phone's ringing"
Everything
stops
Conversation,
Awareness,
all,
It's
demand must be met,
Sharing
dissolves.
The
ball and chain of today
Are
phones not books.
Sun
Feb 22nd
Snowdrop
heads laid low
Flattened
by ice particles,
They
too await sun.
Monday
Feb 23rd
Tourist
or pilgrim?
Walk,
trek, seek adventure and
Find
soul peace perhaps.
Tuesday
Feb 24th
On Looking at a British Library Treasure
The curls and slopes of handwriting
Are a fading, near lost, art form,
We write if necessary,
Type for preference. Letters are
rare.
Jane Eyre, the
original
In Charlotte’s neat hand is a wonder,
Words flowed and odd amendments
Were elegantly bracketed
Neatness counted in the only copy.
The creator and the created fuse
As we ponder the truth behind the
hand,
A crossing out, a clue to when
Words did not capture intention.
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