Hello again

On Saturday, I went to the Hello Again Show at Royal Concert Hall, Nottingham. This is the story of Neil Diamond through his songs. Neil Diamond was a great favourite of my mum. She had all his CDs and once, when her house was broken into, was more distraught that they’d stamped on, and broken, one of the CD cases than anything that may have been stolen. We played Hello Again at her funeral in 2017. This poem is about how a song can touch us and bring back memories, happy or sad.

Hello again tears start to fall,

cascade to music’s rhythm,

slideshow casts a shadow,

reaches pain of loss

and all the days, the months

years now fall together,

implode to a single song,

hello, again, hello.

© Liz MacKenzie

The photo is my mum, taken in 2016

Front Runner

Today, at my creative writing group, we did a short writing exercise whereby the person next to you gave you a word (any word) and you had to write no more than 50 words, starting with “I love you” and incorporating the given word. All a bit valentine’s day, thought I; I don’t ‘do’ valentines day but, ever game for a writing challenge, here is my offering with thanks to Elizabeth for a lovely word.

 

Front Runner

I love you snowdrop, you peek out when 

all is grey and Christmas is over.

You’re a front runner

the prelude to Spring

 

You don’t announce your arrival with

a fanfare, just shyly say, “hi”.

You are my hope

my dare to dream defender

 

I love you snowdrop

© Liz Mackenzie

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Photograph taken at Hodsock Priory Snowdrop Walk on 17 February 2019

Things I have left behind

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I have left behind the

spring in my step

clambering over rocks

the triumph of hilltops

I have left behind questions

not worth an answer

niggles and annoyances

and petty people

I have left behind memories

that don’t belong in today

and clutter my brain

like too many papers

I have left behind vanity

that made me mind

what people thought

become more me

© Liz Mackenzie 

Boxing Day

A tongue in cheek poem for Boxing Day.

Bubble squeaking with pigs in blankets

Over- indulgence leaving some

Xanthic (or yellowish if you will)

Invite friends for silly games

Nod off during yet more Christmas films

Go for a walk, brisk and bright

Doze again to TV repeats

And smile at yesterday’s snapshots

Yule, Christmas, Noel and New Year beckons…

©️ Liz Mackenzie