Copyright © Anna Nolan, 2020
Unless you are in a pair,
It’s a rather sad affair:
All these hearts and fluffy stuff
Make today’s occasion tough;
It’s a fest of coupledom,
Glorified on Love.com;
But reflect on it a tad,
It is really not that bad;
First, there is a perk of note:
A control of one’s remote,
Which is sole and absolute;
You may wish to switch to mute,
You may channel-surf at will,
You may gorge on sport and chill,
Watch a thriller or a weepie
Or delight in something creepy.
You may also, on a whim,
Fly to Tonga for a swim,
Go skydiving in Dubai
With no need for a goodbye,
Or hang gliding in Japan
Without flouting any ban;
You may even, if you wish,
Dedicate yourself to fish.
You could dye your hair bright-red
Or play solitaire in bed,
Relocate to the Bahamas
Or – just veg in your pyjamas.
Trust me, you will do just fine
Sans a special Valentine,
And, besides, there’s every chance
Of tomorrow’s hot romance.
Then you’ll really have a blast,
But, when several years have passed,
Some of you may feel undone,
Musing, freedom was quite fun!
Copyright © Anna Nolan, 2019
Most important of your missions?
Cutting CO2 emissions;
Your ideals are exalted:
Global warming must be halted.
Therefore, in your eco war,
You will fly to Singapore
For a summit aiming to
Figure out just what to do.
Boeing really is the best:
It has wings and all the rest
And will, in no time at all,
Fly you anywhere long haul.
Are not what, quite frankly, daunts
Eco warriors of your kind,
With grave matters on their mind.)
On return (you’ve just touched down),
There are rallies round your town,
So you jump into your car;
Walk a mile? That’s way too far!
Then there’s* sit-ins, so that you
Can affix yourself with glue
To the pavement – with the call:
“Save the Planet, one and all!”
Thus you toil, without a break,
So you do deserve a steak,
Thick and juicy – just the thing:
All this iron boosts your zing.
You do feel some guilt (a smidge)
Looking at your walk-in fridge;
You would ditch it if you could,
But it serves a greater good.
As for your wood-burner – it
Looks so cosy when it’s lit,
So you settle with your plate,
Quite contented, feeling great,
For, with pride within your heart,
You believe you’ve played a part
In (though this might seem quite strange)
Just averting climate change.
*Well, it should be there are, of course, but if the lovely natives freely indulge in the likes of there’s us, so can an alien – particularly on the grounds of poetic scanning (though poetic may be stretching it a tad in verses such as this).
Copyright © Anna Nolan, 2019
Snowdrops, delicate and pale,
Carpet the entire vale
As the winter, now apace,
Loosens its robust embrace.
Milder weather drawing near,
Crocuses will soon appear –
Purple, lilac, orange, white,
They are an enchanting sight;
And when daffs erupt, we’ll all
Watch their gleeful dance – in thrall;
May means bluebells, and their hue,
Often called electric blue,
Will entrance you, make you swoon
As they drape their fine festoon
Right across sun-dappled glades,
Where they vie with verdant blades.
Later, summer blooms galore
Will delight you even more,
Their sweet scent (beyond compare)
Wafting gently in the air.
All this riot, day by day,
Simply takes one’s breath away;
It’s a wildly joyous fest:
Mother Nature at her best!