Childhood morning

Morning has started

I listen from my bed

Birds chirping loudly

The electricity wakes

The shipping forecast

Talks from the bathroom

The kettle whistles

The shower hums

Familiar voices drift upwards

The clock strikes,

with 7 cuckoo chirps

the washing machine whirs

its on a top speed

and in just a moment

A voice will shout

Are you up yet?

As if you could sleep

through the electricity din

Of the house waking up

Once again.


wind whipping

Rain pouring

cold creeping in

Drenched coat

soggy hat

puddles in my boots

stinging face

dripping nose

not a pretty sight

home at last

warm inside

Kettles on

I’ll watch the weather

from the inside