Quarantine
Yesterday I caught a cold
And put it in a box
But still it makes me cough and sneeze
It seems it can escape with ease
Empty spaces
One joined to a lived-in neighbour
One left standing all alone
One tucked in between two others
Houses that no one will own
Fickleness
A lonely shower moved from the sea
To pour its blessings down on me
And when I cursed, wished it to go
It froze, turning the rain to snow.
Daze of the week
Monday starts a week of weekdays
Friday ends what it began
Saturday begins the weekend
Sunday fends off Monday’s plan
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i really like your first paragraph, that one caught me
Hi,
Thanks Chloe. Sorry for the late reply – Xmas madness 🙂