Warmth

20th January 2020

Well that's 2020 written for the  first time on the blog.

The year has started off slowly as we have been recovering from 
all the visiting we did over the Christmas.
 I think we're nearly there now.
 Nearly back to normal. 
Though what is normal?
And do I want it?
Is it best to keep well away from normal?
These questions don't keep me awake at night,
but they are floating about in that grey matter
where important stuff goes on.

First today I have an acrostic - January

January

Just look up, up at that sky with grey clouds edged by 

Almond flecks. And starlings,  black,  swooping

Now this way, now that, seemingly 

Unaware of the bitter cold of this winter evening.  They

Arrive in their flocks, perform their murmations, give us a 

Regal  show. Their  elegant  dance makes this

January day more bearable

 

Warmth

What makes me feel warm inside?

I think of my grandmother.

It's the days leading up to Christmas.

She sits in front of  the range -for warmth

She picks up a turf sod lying in the basket

To feed the oven

I help her, pick up my own lump of turf

Turf that Uncle Timmy dug up the previous autumn

It feels hairy to the touch

not like the factory produced brickets, i think.

We take turns, my nan and I, to place a sod in the fire

without words we feed our story, make it rich.

The flames give a glow to her - already pink cheeks

When the roar tells us "enough for now",

She sits back, smiles, and for while, tells stories or tales of family

Long ago , linking the threads of shared Ancestors

Who brought us to this day.