Tag Archives: Isolation

Autumn Poem by Adina

From our first experimental 40 minute workshop Adina produced this lovely piece before her computer broke down.

I remember the days we spent so fondly

And all those leaves which kept falling and falling

Though autumn gave them quiet beauty

A solidity through time beyond their brown colours.

So dead in hand yet lively in heart…

Their colours fading green to brown

And after too little time the leaves had piled

That rain dig and dig and the wind sings

Till the fruitfulness autumn winds had lost their lustre

And the miserable weather brings no beauty

No matter the colours of the leaves

If no other rain can mellow whisper

No wind should blow at all

Nor leaves should fall again.

Death. Rain. Dark. Life.


Adina Mitrea

The Futtock Rumbler by Ray Stearn, Isolation, The Lighter Side

The Futtock Rumbler

(To the tune of The Wild Rover)


I’ve been rumbling me futtocks for many a year

In the Dockyard down Chatham with me best rumbling gear

I’ve windlassed me pinions ‘til me rowlocks came loose

Then I packed up me tools to go home on the bus


And it’s row, row, clever

Row, row clever for shore

For a bold futtock rumbler

Awaits by the door


I went to a yacht chandlers I used to frequent

For me castellated nuts were battered and bent

I asked them for credit, they answered me “Nay…

Rumbling of futtocks I get twice a day.”


And it’s row, row, clever

Row, row clever for shore

For a bold futtock rumbler

Awaits by the door


Deep down in me ditty bag were sovereigns bright

The yacht chandlers eyes they lit up with delight

She said ”I have shackles and marlin spikes tight

And I never did mean what I said Monday night.”


And it’s row, row, clever

Row, row clever for shore

For a bold futtock rumbler

Awaits by the door


To the old Dockyard Matey I’ll confess, though it’s hard

Rumbling me futtocks in Chatham Dockyard

And if he forgives me as oft times before

I’ll rumble me futtocks outside your front door


And it’s row, row, clever

Row, row clever for shore

For a bold futtock rumbler

Awaits by your door (x2)


© Ray Stearn 28 May 2020



Morning Chorus – Bird Banter by Lynn Meziani, Isolation, The Lighter Side


They form a line at the bottom of the street
Each one of them goes tweet-tweet-tweet
Our beautiful birds I introduce to you
What does it mean when they go “Coo-Coo”?
What are they saying – Perhaps they are praying?
Or are they saying hello, will we ever know?
Perhaps calling out for their mummy as the babies demand their
More birds are flying overhead
I wonder what they have just said?
The continuous tweet-tweet at every Meet
Maybe hello or good morning?
Or is it the sound of a dangerous warning!
The magpies appear on the scene – aren’t they mean?
The babies start squeaking and a scuffle is heard – feathers fly
high in the air – Oh no! they have killed a poor bird!!
It is so sad that they behave this way – wouldn’t you stop them if
you were a bird of prey?
They form their teams while we are still in our dreams
The crows line up ready for battle to begin
Their knives tucked away under their chin
The army of magpies are about to attack
And that means no going back!
The awful flutter in the gutter is their terrible game – what an
awful shame!
The little starlings try to flee, but are trapped in their nest in
the enormous tree
The crows fly by in gangs of six – Are they up to the same tricks?
Then there’s the noisy Wood Pigeons – they have their own religions
They meet in pairs at the bottom of the stairs – they peck on their
cheeks with their powerful beaks
And whisper sweet nothings in each other’s ear – but you wouldn’t
dare to go near!
The blackbirds with their beautiful wings take to the stage when the
leader sings
I lie awake and hear the morning chorus, but they would never bore
It is so fascinating to hear their chatter, but why does this really
These beautiful creatures fill our skies – Maybe they are humans in
They wake us up with their chit-chat tweeting and this forms part of
their daily meeting
It is all TOP SECRET so we won’t get an invite until maybe it is
They have now gone away until another day – HOMEWARD BOUND
but wouldn’t you agree it is one of the nicest sounds around?

Who Are You Covid-19? By Lynn Meziani, Isolation



     By Lynn Meziani    


I do not know how you can show your face

You are horrible and nasty and such A DISGRACE

You are out to destroy THE HUMAN RACE!

With your evil plan and dirty tricks

There is nothing at all that we can fix

You have taken control of all our cells

With your germs and disease which makes us all SNEEZE!

Your virus was invented to cause lots of death

Where people end up losing their breath

You have killed and tortured innocent souls, and we no longer have

any roles

I will you to die and disappear in the sky


You should be full of SHAME!!

You EVIL being

You are not worth seeing


Have you got a name in this Hall of fame?

I shall call you JACK because you ATTACK!

I think you should retire and we will light a fire

You would be the Guy Fawkes from the Famous Tower

No longer will you have any POWER!!

We would no longer live in FEAR

And you would not get anywhere NEAR!!

And you could no longer CONTAMINATE!!

Maybe you are a DALEK on a mad campaign with your GUNSTICK?

But if you come near AGAIN we will EXTERMINATE!!


and WE would have won because WE are VERY CLEVER!!