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Week 3 of distancing

April 5, 2020

Wells Cathedral

Monday. My city. Walk away from it and most of the buildings disappear.

Blackthorn small

Tuesday. There will be sloes. There might even be sloe gin. I feel a need to add my grandmother’s catch-phrase, “If I’m spared.”

Gunnera sml

Wednesday. Gunnera rising from the wreckage of its winter clothes.

Shelf life

Thursday. Shelf life. L-R, ingredients for oat milk, sourdough starter (thank you Steph!), chickpeas sprouting, water kefir, beetroot tops producing edible leaves.

Between blackthorns sml

Friday. Between the blackthorns. We saw the first bluebells a few minutes later.

cherry blossom

Saturday. Cherry blossom beside the bridge over the relief road.

Paper sml

Sunday. A page resting on the river-bed. A shopping list? A lost poem? A discarded love letter?

And in other news …

temporarily captured object

out in space
a second moon
circles the Earth

a brief visit –
it’s already moving
toward the exit

see you again it says
in a few hundred years
if you’re still around

terra intacta

in the Antarctic
a new island is laid bare
by melting ice

what ancient
bacteria will waken
and hitch a ride

with the first person
to hammer a flag
into that virgin soil?


PS I’m really thrilled to have heard from the “first person”! See comments, below.

5 Comments leave one →
  1. April 6, 2020 12:46 am

    Stay safe and take many beautiful solitary walks! I was particularly happy to read your “Terra intacta” poem. I sent the link to my sister-in-law, Julia Wellner, who, as it happens, is the person who “put the flag” on that island.

    • April 7, 2020 9:55 pm

      Thank you Adina. I have changed the poem to suit the facts!
      Stay safe.

      • April 9, 2020 9:43 pm

        Thank you Adina for sharing this poem with me and thank you to Ama for making it suit the facts!

  2. April 6, 2020 9:20 am

    Dear Ama,
    a joy as ever, thank you for your sanity in an age of madness.
    I am doing ok generally, being quite an introvert who is even relieved at the need to NOT socialise, except for the circumstances and not being able to cuddle my grandsons.
    I am enjoying growing vegetable seedlings of many varieties, though what chance they have once they leave the coddling of my improvised plant nursery and have to face the many predators of the wildish garden I’m not sure, fingers crossed really. I want to hatch out some quail eggs but no joy on finding an incubator as yet.
    Sorry to send you another glum poem but that seems to be how I am when I wake up and feel inclined to jot something down. My letters to people are less miserable.

    Another quiet day

    Mr Blackbird announces the dawn
    as he will when we are gone.
    The interrupted night is over,
    the endless day begins –
    a cavernous sack to fill with activity,
    punctuating the hours with tea.
    Mr Blackbird announces his claim
    to this time and place.
    Let him have it.

    love Joxx

    Jo Waterworth


  3. April 8, 2020 5:09 pm

    Good to hear from you Jo, and I do like this poem of yours. I miss my grandson too! I enjoy your Glastonbury walks vicariously on FB.

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