Blog, Christmas, Haiku, Poetry, Snowman

Impermanence of a Snowman ⛄️

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Impermanence of a Snowman

☃️☃️☃️

So fragile your smile 

So amazing the feeling 

So brief your moment

⛄️⛄️⛄️

Blog, Christmas, London, Writing

From Years Gone By

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A wintry tale from the past…

Snowflakes gently glide to the ground; white snow covered trees are glinting in the faded sunlight.

I start to walk along a track through the trees listening out for any sounds. It’s really quiet apart from a few birds singing. The occasional thud of snow falling from the branches breaks the eerie silence. 

As I make each step forward, I hear thick snow crunch beneath my feet. My hands feel bitterly cold; the breath in front of my face nearly freezes. 

A spectacular scene of ice unfolds into the distance. A frozen river bed fills the expanse.  On the horizon is a bridge, which stretches across the river. 

Rustic tents and strangely clothed people bustle about a huge outdoor market.  The market’s taking place directly on the ice.  I walk over onto the river bed and join the crowd.

By one tent I see the excited faces of the crowd, waiting at a printers.  People are gathering around and watching a man print a special ticket.

Where can I be? 

Before I went to sleep I had been reading about the frost fairs that took place on the river Thames in London, during the 18th century.

The year is 1716. I realise, I was looking at old London Bridge and the river must be the Thames. It looks so strange without the familiar stone embankment on either side.

Old London Bridge was quite a differently proportioned bridge to the current one. It was built on nineteen arches supported by small piers, these in turn slowed the flow of the river which is why it often froze.

The tickets I saw being printed were actually printed, using a woodcut, on the ice as a souvenir for visitors. They were dated and read ‘Printed on the ice on the River Thames.’ 

I had left a window open, which is why I felt cold and had fallen asleep still holding the book I had been reading.

For more fascinating facts and information about London in the past have a look at the Museum of London website.

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Bear, Blog, Christmas, Poetry

Bear’s Christmas Tree Adventure 🧸

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I’ve always loved cuddly bears! This week I’ve written a poem for children about a toy bear called Bernie.

‘Jump up

Onto the box

Bernie’

What can 

You see there?

🧸🧸🧸

Towering above

Is a large 

Christmas tree

With sparkling 

Decorations 

🎄🎄🎄

Suddenly 

Ssss-N-A-P!

Bernie

Hangs from

A large branch

🧸🧸🧸

As he

Starts to

Climb down 

Another

Ssss-N-A-P!

🎄🎄🎄

Bernie lands

Feet first

On the ground 

He’s clutching 

A silver star

⭐️⭐️⭐️

It’s a

Magical star

from the

Top of the 

Christmas tree 

Blog, Breast cancer, Cancer, Christmas

It’s nearly…

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Christmas…

For me it’s always been about giving to others.

My wish for you in the New Year is a brighter outlook. I especially am looking forward to 2021.

I was diagnosed with breast cancer this year and have just finished all the treatment; it’s not been an easy time to live through.

I want to take a moment to think about the women and men who have just found out they have cancer. 

How must they be feeling?

You might know someone who has had cancer or just been diagnosed. They could be your partner, husband, wife, mother, father, sister or brother. 

I had some amazing support from breast cancer now nurses during my treatment; they really did help me a lot to get through it.

You can help those in the future with a cancer diagnosis by giving what you can today to breast care now, from this link https://breastcancernow.org

Alternatively https://www.macmillan.org.uk Macmillan Cancer Support helps people who are diagnosed with a variety of other types of cancers.

It’s not until you have a cancer diagnosis that you really understand what other people have to go through; so please help if you can.