Francesca Bossert's Blog, page 45

TANTRUM

There’s a tantrum

Outside

Full on knicker-twisted

Magnolia shredding

Rage.

 

I think I’ll make another cup of tea.

HIDDEN

I hid

All these thoughts

Because I thought

My thoughts

Might raise thoughts with others

Who might think bad thoughts

About my thoughts.

 

What was I thinking?

MONDAY IS WASHING DAY

Today the sky

Wears Sahara yellow linen trousers

With elements of grey.

Its blue jeans are in the wash.

WHAT, THIS OLD THING?

Quick!

Distract!

Might you maybe

Bend and snap,

At a worm, or a gnat,

Or at something like that?

 

Let me open and conceal,

So as to later appear

Stiletto-heeled in

What?

This old thing?!

 

JUST BUMBLE

We wait

For days

For more.

For the magnolia’s full magnificence,

For the soft scent of lilac,

For the next best thing.

But the bee bumbles

Just as happily around a dandelion.

Be like a bee.

Just bumble.

And admire it while it’s here!

MY BIRDS

 

All my birds are kindly birds,

The only kind worth knowing.

 

One truly dazzling bird flew away too soon,

I miss her quirky fluttering.

 

Some angry birds are kind birds too,

They just need more beak stroking.

CEASE AND DESIST

 

I need someone to emit

A letter of cease and desist.

Or call the police

Tell them to come,

I have a problem,

A serious one.

 

I don’t know what’s got into me,

My addiction’s worse lately.

I leave my office, my laptop

I just don’t know how to stop.

Next thing I know I’m there again,

In that cupboard in the kitchen.

 

The famous one, that big no-no,

It needs a lock upon its door!

Inside there are so many treats

I shouldn’t buy let alone eat!

I’ve been so good for many years,

I don’t recognize myself here.

 

That blubber cupboard needs to go,

This battle is my Jericho!

My autoimmune disease will thrive

My health will soon again nosedive.

Lucky for me I’m off Spain

I will soon be on my way.

 

And for a while I’ll be alone

My bad habits I’ll overcome.

In the meantime don’t forget

That letter of cease and desist.

Emit it now, emit it quick!

My self-control is just the pits!

 

BUZZ

A happy buzz

A pollen sneeze

A chatterbox bird says

Spring is here.

 

Village cows

Dance with their bells

Birds fluff nests

with Badu’s hair.

 

The mare and donkey who live next door

Prance through daisies like Valegro!

Grass springs soft beneath bare feet

Baby leaves appear on trees.

 

 

Cappuccino with a view of Mont Blanc?

 

 

(In case you don’t know, Valegro is British Olympic gold medallist Charlotte Dujardin’s incredible dressage horse. I had the honour of meeting him once. He’s retired now. Valegro and Charlotte were amazing and won loads of medals for Great Britain. Oh, and Badu is our cat!)

 

 

 

DANCE

(Written after seeing a stranger post a very beautiful but sad poem about dancing on Substack. I wrote this very quickly a few minutes after seeing his poem and replied with it. He told me he was fine. And he liked my poem!)

He spoke of dance

But sounded sad,

I worried; what if this were bad?

Should I say something or leave it be?

Walk away figuratively ?

Sometimes stones get in our shoes

Blisters happen, corns do too…

Dancing can’t always be smooth.

Sit down with me and have a rest.

Fancy some banana bread?

FUZZY

Let’s go!

I’ll take you somewhere!

Somewhere exciting

Where you will be overcome

By a warm fuzzy feeling

That will linger

Long after we have returned.

Have faith in the fuzzies;

Bear with me while I

Make myself

Useful

Conjuring up further fuzzies

For our future excursions

Together.

 

Biscuit?