By Maureen Barron Boring Maureen When I was small I hated my name why was I called Maureen? I wanted a nice name If I had a nice name not Maureen or Doreen I would be popular at school People with names like Julia Beverly, Fern or Celia had lots of friends and had surnames … Continue reading Boring Maureen and The Scan
Lockdown Walk Through Memory Lane
By Maureen Barron The path starts at the fields given over to money making whooping windmills. They say the blades kill the flying birds in the dark! I hope they don't. Why do I have to worry? It spoils things. Don't think! Dog daisies and Hawthorn hedges glimmering from sun's rays. On through the meadows … Continue reading Lockdown Walk Through Memory Lane
All About Time
By Maureen Barron Wardrobe isolation butterflies bracken Corona virus procrastination fairies photographs alienation. Wiggling toes in bed keeping warm. Views of windmills through windows. The bedroom messy with lavender walls, untidy topped wardrobes, wardrobes so full they dip the floor. Really should get rid of stuff don't need it don't go out anymore. Curtains with … Continue reading All About Time
Two Poems
By Maureen Barron Why Don't You Ring? Phone call. "Why don't you ring? I could be ill or dead I might as well be It's like no one cares I always have to ring them. They never ring me." "Because I" "Hello, hello, are you there dear? As I was saying Why don't you ring … Continue reading Two Poems
Surreal Magic Moments and Lockdown
By Maureen Barron Surreal Magic Moments The cellist had once played in the London Philharmonic. She spoke with plummy aplomb. She introduced the catholic priest dressed in his robes. He, long and thin and fair of hair, sat pious at the piano. We were battered by life, weary with worry. Sent for sanctuary to a … Continue reading Surreal Magic Moments and Lockdown
Nellie: A Story About A Childhood Regular
By Maureen Barron Nellie was BIG. When she came to visit when I was small she blocked the light out in the doorway, I could see some sky above her head and some of the yard through her ankles. She would haul herself into the house by clutching either side of the door frame with … Continue reading Nellie: A Story About A Childhood Regular
Academy of the Heart And Mind 