Dedicated to my dear aunt who we said farewell to on Monday.
My Star
No longer are you there to see
Your smiling face just isn’t there
And gentle eyes that show you care
I miss you my dear Bhuaa-ji
But you haven’t abandoned me
Twinkle, oh, twinkle, little star
Looking up, I know where you are
When I need you, I’ll look above
And know you shower me with love
That thought will help to heal the scar
Ritu 2020
That Covid Gift
It’s not how it was meant to be
Wasn’t expecting this Christmas gift
Celebrations cut short, so swift
Our bubble burst at school, you see
Now self-isolation for me
We thought we’d last just one more day
Now, I just pray my friend’s okay
Holidays for kids start tonight
Oh, government, where’s your hindsight?
Just close school early… We did say…
Ritu 2020
My Decima is written tonight, in sheer desperation. We were due to finish term tomorrow, half day for the kids, and after tidying up, us getting home early. Instead, we’ve spent the best part of the evening having to arrange for the school to be closed tomorrow, due to a positive test in one of the staff members. She had a Rapid Swab test with gives results within an hour, but it also says that it isn’t fully accurate, so you have to isolate for at least 48 hours and get a proper test done.
All contacts have to self-isolate too, for 48 hours, and if the next test is positive, for 10 days in total. I was a contact for that poor girl, which means self-isolation now, and because the Government wasn’t willing to bend on the suggestions that schools go online for the last week, to spare families this stress, just before Christmas, we may not even be able to see our family on Christmas day… I am so frustrated with the whole situation.
And that’s not all. They, (that stupid Government), have issued newe guidelines for starting back to school in January, different to what all secondary schools were advised before finishing, and now this… Oh, and the plan to get every secondary school pupil and staff tested regularly after they come back, with the rapid swab tests that aren’t even that accurate… (but the schools are expected to train staff up to do the tests… because we have all the extra staff in the world, out there…)
What is a break? School staff won’t be getting one.
Instead, we will either be in isolation, or dessperately trying to piece together the ridiculous advice sent by the Government, and DfE,then we will walk back into schools, dealing with the aftermath of the open ‘Christmas’ celebrations, that the goverment are so keen for everyone to have (except those in isolation, which could be most of the population…)
Sorry. Off my frustrated soap box now. Just wish me well. I do not want this virus. And gete well vibes for my colleague too, please.
Ronovan’s Decima Challenge: (KNOCK) in the A rhyme line.
Do You Believe?
Shhh! Quiet. Did you hear that knock?
Do you really think that he’s here?
If I look, will he disappear?
I don’t want to give him a shock
Yes, I believe, though my friends mock
They laugh at me, but they don’t know
He’s the real reason for my glow
While others wait, on Christmas eve
I dream, each night, and I believe
That Santa Claus, well, he’s my beau!
Ritu 2020
Ronovan’s Decima Challenge: Use Stable in the D rhyme line.
Nativity
Mary and Joseph made their way
She on a donkey, him by foot
He felt that they should just stay put
But listened to what He had to say
Weary Mary began to pray
The pressure told her time was nigh
She needed somewhere she could lie
Late they arrived at the stable
Held on ‘til she was unable
The night pierced by a baby’s cry
Ritu 2020
Thought I’d try a new one, this week, Ronovan has a Decima challenge.
A different type of syllabic poetry, with a rhyming structure as well.
Décima poetry is a 10 line stanza with 8 syllables per line. The rhyming pattern is abbaaccddc. Using the 10 lines there are generally two ways to organize: The 10 lines, or breaking the 10 lines into two stanzas using abba/accddc.
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This week, the prompt is Blind, and it needs to be used in one of the C lines.
Here goes….!
Everything seems just so surreal
When will this world begin to heal?
Politics covering the truth
Blaming the aged, and the youth
We try to see, they just conceal
I feel like I am going blind
Maybe I am losing my mind
My thoughts muddle with one another
Feelings that I try to smother
But it’s just life, the daily grind
Ritu 2020