Throwback Thurdays

On social media – I use it on Twitter and Instagram – the hashtag #ThrowbackThursday refers to a post which is a reminder of something from the past. This poem doesn’t, strictly speaking, fit that category. I was thinking about the present, the recent past, and lockdown limbo.

Throwback Thursdays

I will throw back Thursdays
into this pile of Days:

The Day
we sent a birthday card
to a grandchild who thinks
we live inside an iPad

The Day
snow was forecast
but though the snow tried hard
it could only rain

The Day
the scaffolding was removed
from the new house
which wasn’t there a year ago

The Days
we sit on the settee
with our lap tray dinners
and watch tv

The Days
of vaccine news
needle after needle in arm after arm
blue fingers pressing

The Days
we put out bins
pick post off the mat
wash our hands

The Days 
we walk
or don’t, talk
or don’t

© Heather Wastie
February 2020
 

Extract from a back-to-school diary

Extract from a back-to-school diary

We can throw a ball
But not catch it
We can take in water
But no school bag

We can choose three friends
Or maybe four
To play in one square
For the rest of the term

On PE days
We stay in our kit
All day
Whatever the weather

We can kick a ball
But not hold it
We take it in turns
In the football square

© Heather Wastie
June 2020

This is a found poem using words from a BBC News article:  Back-to-school diary: ‘You can throw the ball, but no-one can catch it’