‘Masks’ by Michael Healy

Thanks to Michael for writing this piece in response to our prompt ‘Masks’. I’m sure we are all thinking the same (especially the exorbitant cost!!) but nevertheless will get used to wearing them in time. Keep safe.

Choosing a mask proved quite a task
The first one I tried steamed my glasses inside
The next one dug into my ears and nose
After 10 minutes my nose felt just like a rose.
Then I tried the one from the hospital
Truth to say it fit like a glove

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‘No More After Me’ by Barrie Purnell

I am the last of the line
There will be no more after me,
I have no sons or brothers to carry my name
When I die we will just cease to be.

I am the last of the line
When young I never gave it a thought,
Now I am older I think it’s a loss to the world
Then again ……. maybe it’s not.

I am the last of the line
As a result of inadequate conception,
I produced no progeny of either sex
But extinction was not my intention.

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The Rose by Michael Healy

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Oh rose how lovely are thy flowers
Almost any colour, shape and smell
Is to be found within your petals.
Single flowers sparkle in the sun, or
Multi bunches of florabunda shade the ground.
From bush to climbers and dwarf to giant
The range of plants is quite outstanding.

Compare the rose to almost any other garden flower. Most are of fixed colour
But choose a rose to complement the flowers around.
No English garden can be complete without the presence of the rose.
And placed around your front door
The scent is most welcoming.

The rose is God’s own flower