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The Week in Pictures

dug dug Follow May 11, 2020 · 1 min read
Fiona Shaw was unbelievably nice


This week have been on new project at work with almost no down time, so only picked up a few pictures. One of them is a poem by Helen Woods, aged 12.

The Sea refuses to be a Sonnet
In daytime the sea is in love with the sky; each wave
Is reaching out to touch its blue-grey face
The sea smooths gold in a blink and leaves it cold
On the sand as a piece of twisted wood.
The sea eats the ugliness of aeroplanes
And spits out gannets, albatrosses, gulls
The sea reads the words written on the beach
And sings them to the sky, who rains them down
On the rolling waves in high disdain.
At night the sea blows breath of fire and lights
The yellow moon, then eats its supper off it.
It cries over life and the living, embraces the dead.
No poet can tame it; it will not be a sonnet.

Thank you Helen:-)

Stay at home, protect the NHS, save lives. Please. (at least for now, until the boffins agree on some next steps)

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Hiya, life goes like this. Step 1: Get out of bed. Step 2: Make things better:-)