Dearie me

Need to make more time to blog!  It’s definitely a habit thing. I’ve got lots of thoughts and mostly they just take their leave of me  in verbal form.  But it would be fine to put some more down on paper. Or screen.

Here’s a wee poem in the meantime.  I’m a singer and an organiser and a person who thinks, more than a poem-writing person.  But I scribbled the following on the bus today and here it is.

Is it?

Is it a long, wide road to Avalon?
And what will we do when we’re there?

Take the bus this morning.
The air in the flat is cold,
but not as cold as it could be.

There is food in my kitchen, extra.
In my kitchen, there are oats and bread.

To the garden – I have a garden.
Small but living.

A mouse in the wood bin.
A high cry. Evolved maybe,
for the need near of danger.

But there is no danger, here.

A walk to the bus,
the kicking of slush.

The brings and rings and mutterings
of fifty winter coats.
Tinny non-sound, me-sound, I-am sound.

The twitching of thumbs.
The turning of pages.

And on the display, the date, the time
Then all unknowingly,
“No RB”.

Back in blog

Well, I shall be back blogging.  And at the moment I’m less of a folk singer and more of an activist.  Specifically, I’ve been selected as a candidate for Glasgow South at the upcoming Westminster election for the Scottish Greens!

Music and people and organising are all rather closely connected for me.

More on this soon….