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Autumn by Robin Parker

This beautiful piece from Robin came from TCWG first online workshop, hosted by Ray Stearn. The covid lockdown has meant that we look for other ways to meet and Zoom provided the opportunity here. This came from a ten minute exercise in  a very short 40 minute workshop

 

 

Autumn

 

Life in its fruitfulness spawns

Berries of all colours,

Fronting still green leaves.

 

Mellow winds strengthen and

Miserable rain begins to fall.

 

Autumn augurs death of summer as

Leaves turned brown flutter down,

Becoming damp mush.

 

Bark of tree branches becomes

Starkly visible.

R Factor, Isolation, Robin Parker

R factor

(Original by Credence Clearwater Revival)

 

I see the R factor rising,

I see infections growing high;

Too early, too much socialising,

Thinking virus will pass them by.

 

Don’t go out tonight,

It’s bound to take your life,

C19 is on the rise.

 

I see the suicidal beaches,

‘gainst all the good advice they fly;

No one can tell which way it reaches,

No one can say who’s gonna die.

 

Don’t go out tonight,

It’s bound to take your life,

C19 is on the rise.

 

I see intensive care increasing,

I see more nurses under strain;

I see too many more deceasing,

Loved ones with awful grief and pain.

 

Don’t go out tonight,

It’s bound to take your life,

C19 is on the rise.

 

©Robin Parker

 

Star Wars, Episode IV – No Hope – Scene One, Isolation, Robin Parker

 

Episode IV – No Hope – Scene One

 

“Death Virus, only you could be so bold. HM Government are not stupid. When they hear you have attacked an exerciser…”

“Don’t act so surprised, you infector. You aren’t on any exercise mission this time. Several texts were sent to your mobile asking you to socialise. This is what happens to the plans they sent you.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m a member of a walking group committed to exercise two metres apart.”

“You are part of a social gathering and an infector. Take her to Intensive Care.”

©Robin Parker

 

The Lion and Virtual Albert, Robin Parker, Isolation

 

The Lion and virtual Albert

 

There’s a famous seaside place called Blackpool,

Once noted for fresh air and fun.

But now beaches are all deserted,

No tourists here, not even one.

 

Poor Mr and Mrs Ramsbottom,

To self isolation consigned;

And Albert, he’d had to stay with ‘em,

To terrace and garden confined.

 

The zoo, it were totally deserted,

No visitors allowed to come through.

And Wallace missed swallowing Albert;

‘Twould’ve given him something to do.

 

Wallace were very unhappy,

The zoo were all empty and drear;

And a stick with a horses’ head handle,

Would have felt quite a change in his ear.

 

Th’animals were all getting restless,

They’d never missed humans so much;

For keepers were all that they had now,

To give ‘em the personal touch.

 

Catering staff, they were on furlough,

Cafe were all shuttered and barred;

No serving of old ale and sandwiches,

No punters to sit in the yard.

 

Head keeper then had inspiration,

He’d thought about what they could do

With powers of digitisation,

They’d create a virtual zoo.

 

Animals would still be in cages,

They couldn’t risk setting ‘em free

But there would be more interaction

Amusement for you and for me.

 

Elephants walked around freely,

With imaginary children on backs;

And humans escaped to the tree tops,

When wolves would come hunting in packs.

 

 

But by far the greatest attraction,

Would happen in Wallace’s cage;

With the re-ingestion of Albert,

For viewers, this was all the rage.

 

For whenever t’lion rolled over,

In boredom and having a yawn;

He’d swallow a virtual Albert,

And digital income were born.

 

For punters who watched on devices,

Would pass information around

And Albert’s digestion went viral

So income were solid and sound.

 

Head keeper, well he were delighted,

To see all this money come in

But he had to keep making it happen,

The question was, where to begin?

 

Then in a flash he had a vision

He’d follow the obvious track

With Albert so fetching to punters,

He’d magic the little lad back.

 

When Wallace got up to go pacing,

Movining around a lot more

He’d suddenly get struck with th’iccups

And spit Albert back onto floor.

 

Well Facebook and Twitter were rampant,

There’d never been such a t’do

Advertisers fought with each other,

To be part of this digital zoo.

 

The moral of this is quite simple,

While living with Covid 19;

Creative writing will flourish,

However bizarre it may seem!

 

©Robin Parker