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Waiting

Post No. 821

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Waiting

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Wrapped in blankets,

Morning air as cold as ice,

The queue not too long today,

Getting to know the price

Of rising late…

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Here and there a baby grizzles

But seldom cries – snug

As a bug in the layered rug,

Wrapt against its mother’s breast.

Many have another –

A sister or a brother – holding

Tight, safe and sound on the ground.

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The line shuffles forward,

Breath condensing, compressing,

And warming the air;

Five minutes more,

Another five minutes

Until they open the door…

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©Denise G Allen, 17 June 2015 10:10


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Beating the Cold

Post No. 813

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Beating  the Cold

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Cold in the early morning

And in the evening too

Then suddenly at midday

The wind blew the sun away

Impossible to sleep

Shivering and shaking

One simple thing to do

Become my own heater

In a home-made igloo

Climbed into bed

Bedclothes o’er my head

Sealed myself in tight

Then breathed with all my might

In two three four, out two three four

(my forever trick for sleepless nights)

In the blink of an eye

I was warm as toast

Put my head out in tortoise mode

And the lovely cool air rode over my face

As I felt myself falling… falling…

Only to wake in the early morning

As fresh as the new day dawning

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©Denise G Allen, 05 June 2015 06:47


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Testing the Weather

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A sunny day, or so it seemed,

But a stray mischievous wind

Breathed a tendril of ice

Behind my neck, down my back,

Too weak to move the leaves

But enough to make me freeze

And pull my collar higher,

And my scarf tighter as I hied on by.

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©Denise G Allen, Wednesday, 11 June 2014 11:17


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Winter’s on its Way

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Winter creeps from west to east,

Soundless slippers on its feet,

Borne on the warm west wind

Where I feel traces of chill,

A foretaste of the dense cold air

About to descend blanket-like

Covering us, huddled together

Before the flickering fire.

Friday’s the day, so they say,

And preparations are underway…

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©Denise G Allen, 03 June 2014 07:12


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Cold Old Bones

Snow/Sleet in Jozi

Snow/Sleet in Jozi

Cold Old Bones

Winter crept, while we slept,

Into our homes and our cold old bones,

And joints with stiffly (f)rigid digits.

As we awoke the freezing air

Held us fast there in its grasp,

Held us tight with all its might,

We fight to breathe, we’d like to leave

For warmer climes, for heated homes

To ease the hurt of these cold old bones.

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Image and poem: ©Denise G Allen, 19 May 2013 20:13

Photo taken with my cellphone a few years ago.

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