Toddler – R.W.

Do you remember me?
With your big blue eyes
And scruffy tufts of hair
Bigger now than last I saw you
At only a few weeks old
Now you’ve caught curiosity
And take it with you every where you go
Do you remember me?
I held you when you were small
Cradled you in my arms
And told you how much I’d love you
Do you remember me?
That person who didn’t stick around
When they really should have

As A Friend – R.W.

As a friend
You say
As a friend
I count you close
Never too far away
Not out of grasp
Of my finger tips
Nor passing in the nights
Just like silent sailing ships
As a friend
Your opinion matters
As a friend
You pick up the pieces
When I find myself in tatters
As a friend
I say
Atleast today
You’ve not been there
When it matters

Cloud – R.W.

Do you know
How soft I feel
Gentle and warm
Wrapped in a cloud
Except not a cloud
This is much cosier than a cloud
Pyjamas and blanket soft on my skin
Fresh out the shower
After the longest of weeks
The softeness a cloud
Could only dream of
Of the content I feel right now
As I dose watching the sun dance
Outside my window

Staffing Crisis – R.W.

Scrolling but not reading
As job ads sail past
Ships unsuited to your crew
A while now we’ve been stuck at sea
Unmoored in a vast ocean of change
After campaigns to retrain
To a more sustainable career
Theres still a need for the old ways
Sails to be hoisted
And decks to be scrubbed
Maybe not the career of a pandemic
But a key worker none the less
An employment crisis
Where the assumption is
There’s plenty more fish in the sea
Yet the harsh reality
Is we’ve over fished
To near extinction
With prices too dear to obtain
The few that chose to remain 

Man Up

In all the years and various stints I’ve done in the bar I keep returning to. As much as the teams changed and dynamics have backflipped.  One thing has remained constant. The idea that I should be a man.

Not me personally but someone doing my job with the experience I have typically is male. This comes in subtle forms such as the memes of bartenders plastered on the staff room wall all being blokes. And less subtle by the colleagues I have worked along side for years still attributing my specific product knowledge to my boyfriend who they have never worked with.

Mens work is a phrase that gets thrown around more than I’m comfortable with. Everything from getting ice to the less pleasant cleaning jobs. All things I’ve always done as a routine part of my job. I learnt long ago if I wanted to be taken seriously, mens work was a phrase I could not only not use but not be seen to let others use as a reason to do or not to do something.

Maybe I’m just bitter, or maybe I’m tired of being branded as less. Tired of jokes being made when I set up the shift with a girl only bar about it being a weaker team when in comparison to the men scheduled at the same time, the difference favours the women.

Bank Holiday – R.W.

My thoughts on the way into work
On the last day of the Bank Holiday
Flits between how good this ones been
Problem free
And how nice it must be
To be one of those
Only entitled to 25 days holiday
As you’re garunteed to have every one off
My 40 something hours
In the last 4 days alone
Mean this week
I’ve worked a full time job twice
Across the 7 days
Not once sitting out in the sun
Or brunching,  prosseco in hand
Here’s to those that don’t rest
Over the Bank Holidays
Celebrated by everyone else
Heres to those who keep us running
Sacrificing time for themselves

Today – R.W.

Today today today
A rest after
A week
Not a week by your measure
But a week by mine
9 days work
Two back to back
Days off at polar ends
Of a spectrum
Of manual labour
Today is today
Is the day to get stuff done
Wash my hair
Shave my legs
Today is a plant watering
Fish tank cleaning
Basic maintenance
Bumble about the house day
Today is today

Hiking 5 – R.W.

When asked how todays hike was
Cathartic is the best description
I felt it in my soul
It wasn’t easy
And at times it wasn’t pleasant
Sweat dried like paint to our skin
By the whipping cold winds
That battered the mountain
From every side
Despite all this
It felt good
Good to be out and doing things
Good for the soul

Sympathy – R.W.

I’m trying out sympathy
Empathy even
Not my strong suit when it comes to you
Always ready to great me
With words drawn like swords
Cutting twice as deep as silver ever could
This time I try to listen
Attempt to understand
What can have gone so wrong
At your ripe age
That crawling back to where you came from
Becomes the only plan

Passive Sadness – R.W.

Laying in my bed
Wrapped under layers of covers
Listening to the rain
I play my fishy game
Match 3 blocks
Splish splash splosh
A new fish tank is unlocked
The tvs playing in the back ground
I’m not watching
Barely even listening
Tears leak from the edges of my eyes
I’m not crying
Not actively
Just passively letting them roll
As I try to find comfort
Soothing for my soul