Look to the Sky

I’ll tell you a secret as big as the sky,
where the giants hang out and animals fly.
There’s much going on up high overhead.
It’s more fun than anything you’ve ever read.

If you want to see, gaze up, squint your eyes.
There’s a shark waving! Teddy juggling pies!
Look, a witch dancing and a rainbow with wings!
Where else can you see a cow playing on swings?

On hot days folk gather outdoors all around;
it’s then that the clouds are nowhere to be found.
They’re hiding away from the people, you see.
They only appear for those like you and me.

When our brightness dims and thoughts are overcast,
Look up to the sky and change your forecast.
Dreamers, believers, with our head in the clouds
It’s our magical place away from the crowds.

Only a Tree

It is only a tree, that’s what some of them say
But it isn’t to me, I don’t see it that way
The world changed this past year, we stayed inside to cope
Often crippled with fear, one thing gave me hope
My tree blossomed in Spring, then the birds made their nest
I heard the chicks sing, as their rearing progressed
A distraction from gloom, I relished the sight
Of my garden abloom as the fledglings took flight
The world stuttered and stalled, with folk never knowing
I was sad but enthralled as I watched my fruit growing
Harvest time arrived, we were back on our feet
With old times revived, we could gather and meet
But the chill set in and the people retreated
As my tree shed it’s skin, bad times were repeated.
Now it reaches for light and dresses for spring
It’s been a hard fight but now the birds sing
It’s ‘only’ a tree, I hear some of them say
But it means more to me, as it brightens my day.


Saltcoats Shore – A Poem

Lather oan suncream, throw oan the summer claes.
Saltcoats beach is waitin, I’m away to catch some rays.
I’ll daunter past the harbour and remember years ago.
Goin doon to see the boats, wi’ my grannies brother Joe.
I puzzle at the sun dial, it’s an hour oot a think
Go by the crowd wi’ bevvy, their taps aff lookin pink
Young ‘yins oot there climbing boulders, but the tide is comin’ in
Was worried for the eejits but they’re nearing shore agin
Every generation does it, navigating Saltcoats sea
As pretty as oor waater is, be careful or you’ll dee
Roon the curve I’ll wander, past the auld bowling alley
I remember headin’ up the stairs for Karaoke and a swally
It’s the pictures and the softplay noo, and it’s quiet there the day
For everybody’s doon the beach on this fine sunny day.
Every place the world oo’er has a view they cherish most
But there’s nowhere quite as precious as this view alang oor coast
My heart skips a little beat as I step on Saltcoats shore
It’s not 1960’s busy, but it means I love it more
There’s weans oot there collecting treasures, shells and creatures from the sand
Crowds dookin in the shallow, I pass by castles lookin’ grand
I listen to the whooshing waves and gulls flying overheid
A waft of Melbourne chippy has them hopeful for a feed
I settle doon and rest now, dig my taes in, let them toast
And I thank the world for this fine place, my Saltcoats by the coast

The Fear – Acrostic Poem

The Fear

I get nervous sweats before it
Headache comes and then I’m sick
Always want it to be over
Time, I hope will go in quick.
Every other person loves it
Doesn’t make me smile at all
Revving up, my heart is racing
I then worry I may stall.
Very calm is my instructor
I know her life depends on me
Near the end my breathing steadies
Get back home and I’m care-free!


Day three of the Intro to poetry course, and today I had to write an acrostic poem.  I found this easy and fun to do. Every word of the poem is true.  I’m learning to drive at an older age and I’m so nervous before every lesson. I feel like I’m in control a loaded weapon.  Generally I’m a care-free type of person so my anxiety is unusual.  Was just getting to the stage where I wasn’t terrified before my lessons and then lock-down happened.  Oh well, I’ll just have to get back into it when this is all over.

This is 2020

This is 2020

Constantly consumed by containing this beast.
Contagious coughing unleashed from the east.
Calling off concerts, and companies closed.
Controlling the virus, confinement imposed.
Collective conformance to curtail the spread.
Commuting confined to Key Workers they said.
Compulsively cleaning and masks on your face.
Can’t call on or cuddle those outside your place.
Confusion, concealment and contrasting views.
Collapsing economy again on the news.
Collusion, commotion, conflicting advice.
Complaining and cusswords ‘cause nothing’s concise.
Cremations increasing, Care Homes on their knees.
Calling for caution, they’re begging you, please!
Clambering clumsily, crowds out aplenty.
Catastrophic conclusion? This is 2020.

Day 2 of the Intro to Poetry Course and today was all about alliteration. It’s a poem where the same letter is repeated throughout. This was difficult and time consuming for me and I’ll probably tweak it at a later date. I’ve had enough of ‘C’ words for the day! It’s a bit of a doomsday poem, and not necessarily how I feel. I’m hoping for happier times in the future.

Intro to Poetry Day 1

Beach Trip Let’s pack up a picnic and drive to the sea Let’s go a great distance, away and we’re free Let’s open the windows, blast music up high Let’s run on the beaches, admire the sky Let’s hold old ladies as they walk on the sand Let’s help fallen children by giving a hand […]

Wild Inside

For the past nine weeks I’ve been staying home, only to pop out for essential shopping or exercise.  Having spent more time in my garden I’ve been more aware of the birds nesting and singing.  It’s got me thinking that we’re all a little wild inside.

“Stay home” they said, as the birds began to nest
So we tidied our homes and made up beds to rest
Schools closed their doors, as the chicks began to tweet
So we listened to advice, and welcomed home our fleet
Children at our feet, as the birds were feeding well
So we cooked for our kids and made their bellies swell
“Home school” they said, as the chicks prepared to fly
So we taught best we could, not teachers but we try
We’ll soon be free to roam, as we see chicks leave and glide
You’re not so different little birds, we’re all a little wild inside.

Am I Enough?

This is my first attempt at a Reversal poem. I did look at a template and changed it around to make my own poem.  It is a poem that you read in the normal way, and then afterwards you read it up the way to reverse the meaning. It was fun to write. AM I […]

Dear New Mum

  Dear New Mum (me a few years ago), This new mum thing has come as a shock to the system. I’m sorry nobody told you how hard it would be. You expected to feel “overwhelming love and pride” for the new bundle. All of your friends told you about the pure joy and bliss […]