Springtime in Rhydale

An ongoing story.

Springtime in Rhydale

Henrietta hedgehog hesitated having left her leafy hideaway. TheGround was wet and sluggishly slow, the thought of slugs suddenly made her hungry. She stretched her spiny body while sniffing the evening air.

Danny Dormouse dropped daintily from a dry drain. Having hibernated through the long winter it was time once more to wage war with the world. Something seemed different. No frightening familiar footsteps, foul fumes from four wheeled drives, people pounding pavements. Had he happened on a holiday. Still slightly sleepy, stealthily stepping onto a silent street searching for some Spring berries. He looked forward to a new dawn.

Sheila and Sam Sheep sheltered in a shed snugly shielded from the early morning cold as it had been a nippy night. Sheeran and Shore their recently born twins were shivering and needed nourishment. Spring sunshine soon shifted frost from fields revealing glorious green grass. Thinking it was time to test the little lamb’s limbs they shifted sheepishly from the shadows.

Flash flooding had filled fallow fields in February. Fred Fielding feared for his farm as Con Connors construction began building Concrete compounds creeping closer, consuming the countryside.

Sebastián a striped spider secretly scouted cellars, successfully securing safe situations where he could weave webs within warm walls. He hated the hedgerows. He had slipped silllily into a shoebox sent from South America which had recently arrived in Rhydale.

JPOET7 ( @wordverse.me )


A life of kindness, laughter, joy

When we rise from this disaster

Wealth will be a different shade

As love becomes our master.

Before this it was such a zoo

With people penned in cages

Perhaps now we will respect

Shop workers, nurses, aged.

Those who kept the ship afloat

Put their lives in danger

Treating all with great respect

Be it neighbour, friend or stranger.

JPOET7 ( @wordverse.me )

A note to myself

Lovers may be parted

Isolated in a zone

Let them know you miss them

That they’ll never be alone.

It may be just a scribbled note

Slipped underneath the door

To you it’s just a moment

To them it’s much, much more.

For life is just that simple

You swallow up your pride

Tell them that you love them

Will be always by their side.

JPOET7 ( @wordverse.me )

On the other side

Gardens will be blooming

Windows shining bright

People painting busily

Rooms, yellow, blue or white.

Sweet singing of a songbird

A sound so seldom heard

Without the morning traffic

It’s beauty can be shared.

Of course there will be sorrow

Life will never be the same

But if we pull together

We can again our lives reclaim.

JPOET7 ( @wordverse.me )

Valour in a viral vacuum :

Sunshine stroked a silent street

From a distance strangers greet

A nod, a wink, a simple smile

While walking by in single file.

Children playing, laughing

No longer on the greens

Instead they’re inside sitting

Glued to computer screens.

Swings in public playgrounds

Swaying in the breeze

Football pitches overgrown

Without the referees.

A world changed so dramatically

By a viral episode

Lessons learned – I wonder

To improve our moral code.

JPOET7 ( @wordverse.me )

The blind date

Today‘s prompt for my writers group

( Ballaghadereen writers group )

The blind date.

I feel the contours of your face

My fingers on your body trace

The tenor of your voice so sweet

Increase the murmur of heartbeat.

Selecting now the menu Braille

The vino checked just hit the nail

That drifting touch, wafting scent

Increased my amorous intent.

I walked in darkness most my life

Wondering if I’d find a wife

But sitting here in company

I embrace at once love’s symphony.

JPOET7 ( @wordverse.me )

Moments mentioned in a muddled mind.

Freddy Fox foraged.

Freddy Fox foraged for fried fish and French fries at Friday’s fish and chip emporium where families formed formal lines for fine finger food. Pigeons pecked precariously at paltry pieces of pie placed perilously on public pavements, permanently poisoned by pumping pollutant people carriers.

Tonight though was different, the streets eerily quiet, shadows shimmering reflections from dimmed lamp standards. A freedom to roam without fear of flying objects flung from fidgety foolish fingers for fun. Henrietta hedgehog complained of crowds of children in cramped gardens in silence wired to flashing phones, towers of tossed toys tattered, scattered, ignored in place of iPads.

Freddy had become so familiar with Friday’s food that he had forgotten how to fend for himself and felt hungry. He left Rhydale depressed and disheveled and headed home.

JPOET7 ( @wordverse.me )

Richard rabbit rises

Inhale the air said Richard

It’s clear and sparkling bright

Smell the grass the daisies

It’s such a pretty sight.

The humans are all quiet

There are very few around

Prance through rolling meadows

No litter to be found.

Hedgerows are alive with song

The noise of nature sounding

Rejoicing morning’s glory

Echoes now of hope resounding.

JPOET7 ( @wordverse.me )