The talc leaps from the floor As the feet twist and turn To the beat The polish of the wood Burns As the bodies move faster And Faster The rhythm flows Amongst the limbs Swaying Kicking Up in the air The beat, the beat The constant beat Which keeps the whole Room, synchronised In unison Everyone moves in time Time for the energy To flow Flow Flow as if the world depended On it Moving it on its axis Like the femur bones It’s an untamed pulse That beats through every heart In that place They’re all northern souls.
The dead tell stories In war-torn places Stories that will Linger on Through heritage And myth
The dead will never be forgotten Their ash scattered into rubble Droplets of dust Into the eyes Of newborns
Hope will be rebuilt Despite the wreckage Resilience is a power Stronger than a cruel man’s Iron fist
They pray They keep watch Crouching Hiding Running The light of escape And freedom is near.
I loved that little fluffball I carried him everywhere I would feed him tiny bits of cheese In his tiny hamster chair
Harold was my favourite pet He really was the best He would sit and nibble On my lap And cosy on my chest
He’d run round Like the clappers In his hamster ball Til he felt exhausted And had a little fall
His boney leg was broken The vet made him a cast Harold got much better Then one day horror struck My brother put him in toilet Harold is now a ghost of hamster past.
It tells me what the weather’s like It brings me a thirst-quenching drink It's a walking general knowledge quiz It cleans my dirty sink.
It remembers all my family's birthdays When my gas bill needs to be renewed It waters all my garden roses It cooks me al-la-carte food
It’s like a walking diary It really is top notch It’s got all the bells and whistles And it’s battery goes non stop
It really is so helpful It does everything for me I don’t ever have a lift a finger Or make a cup of tea.
I probably should not rely on it It sort of rules my house When I have my back turned It goes as quiet as a mouse
One day it malfunctioned While at the kitchen sink It started throwing knives around His cogs were on the brink
I really should get my money back I could have nearly died It tried to stab me in the heart Before its motherboard went and fried.
It's hard to write when everything is upside down, ideas don't flow when all you feel is frustration. Like a cork stuck in your brain. The anger seeping out of the sides ready to blow and burst. When the solitary comfort of your day is a brave man reporting from a screen in a place not unlike your own, but now looks ‘alien’ in more ways than one. You think about your gender kin just surviving with the tiniest thread of hope in far-off places you only see in distress and desperate need in an advert. It's hard to get up when you feel powerless just sat on your couch, simply sobbing in empathy with neighbours you've never had the pleasure to meet. But you realise we go on, collectively, step by step percauriosly attempting to hold on to our dignity, holding on to our light that good will out eventually. To raise our heads above those who have yet to understand what it means to truly be at peace with the world.
Let the glimmer of sun that sits in heart keep burning for better days ahead. Until then keep going, don’t give up .
Love, Lucy x
Right here is where I need to be To feel the earth underneath my feet To take in the skies above When I look around The earth’s simple treasures I am grateful beyond measure
We are not here long We must take in every breath And savour As if it's our last To see clearly And to listen sharply As what is here today Might not be tomorrow.
Right here is where I need to be Next to you In temporary peace While the world swirls Orbiting Regardless I’ll let it be Because I’m right here Where I’m meant to be.
Put the kettle on Think of an idea Put away the washing Think of three words Doomscroll Delete your title Can't think of title Think of new title Eat a bag of crisps Decide new title is best Brain hurts Watch TV Log back in Brain empty Have a nap Feel guilty Eat tea More tv Feel more guilty Go to bed Fall asleep Repeat.
Splintered driftwood carries me to shore The gray-lapping foam of the blue beyond Cradles my weary body to safety To feel the grain of the oat-coloured sand That pricks my skin I lay there for a moment Exhausted I exhale Thanking the gods from where ever For letting me be still Still in this tranquillity Away, from the teeth and tendrils That wish to plunge me To the depths of the deep down below I am relived I am alive I have survived.
Feeling higiddly piggidly Feeling out of sorts Feeling off my rocker Feeling sombre thoughts Feeling off my balance Feeling bored as hell Feeling a bit anxious Lost my sense of self…
No idea why I feel this way Maybe it's one of those things Maybe I should get some kip Tomorrow, it will be a better day So I will run myself a lovely bath Put my comfy PJ’s on Switch on the telly googlebox And a have a right good laugh. Then I will feel like myself again.
