Hi Willow. Welcome!
I’m so happy that Willow can join me today. She is an old blogging friend, who I have met in person at several blogging bashes. An old friend in the logging world is referred to as a Blogging Sister!
So welcome Sis! When I mentioned my Writer’s In Isolation series I knew Willow would come up with something really fantastic and she has.
How do writers, creatives, artists and bookish souls cope with isolation? Is their capacity to cope different from the rest of the population? It’s an interesting question and one that fascinates me.
How is Willow coping with this enforced isolation?
Here is Willow’s answer:
I really don’t know if writers, creatives, artists and bookish souls cope any better or worse than the rest of the population. In fact, I don’t think I am coping all that well. I seem to be busier now than ever I was before Covid19 reared its ugly head. I really find it hard to find time – to sit down and work on my blog – and the family even though they are not living at home, they take up most of my time. If it has taught me anything, it has taught me that my blogging time must be managed, as it helps me, so it must have its place.
Marje: Indeed it should Willow. I am so glad that blogging has helped you and continues to help you cope with your current situation. It’s tough and I know you have had your share of problems. The poem which I’d like to feature today originally appeared on your blog in February and it is eerily true to life at the moment.
Willow: “I had no idea then how close to the truth it was, though I do hope the outcome is better than the one I predicted.”
Here’s Willow’s Poem:
The planet was struggling it’s true
From space it was no longer blue
It was suffering from millennia of wars and abuse
People pleaded for change, no use.
Most people tried to help Earth
They knew the planets worth.
Then came the plague
No respecter of king or knave
It cut through the ranks and top brass
No preference for age or class
It sent weak, old or young to the grave.
It emptied the streets and Malls,
Pubs, clubs and church halls.
It stopped the planes and the trains
The fat cats lost their profits and gains.
Huge nations brought to their knees
As scientists search for the keys
To the elusive cure to rid all of the bain.
Just when it could not get worse
Hate joined fear with a curse.
The people turn on each other
Neighbour, husband, wife, sister, brother.
Empty shops, no fuel they could not stand
Then all civilian movement was banned
The crops and animals died on the land.
Drones flew over head, all was scanned.
Mother Nature watched with a tear
Chaos in weeks, rebellion, extinction within a year.
© Willow Willers
Bio – Willow Willers
I am the mum of three boys all now grown and flown to live their own lives. Luckily they do keep in touch and visit often. I now have two beautiful grandsons.
When I started this blog I had not long come home from hospital after an accident in which I broke my back, for the second time. I was in hospital for a month and had three operations.
It has taken me a long time to recover, I am still recovering but every day my body is getting stronger. It has taken a huge toll on me mentally I had to retire early on health grounds, I had to come to terms with finding out people I thought were friends were not. I had to make a new life for myself. Things I could do easily have become difficult.
Writing poetry and prose has helped me a great deal. I have made so many wonderful friends through blogging I think it has definitely saved my life.
Marje: You have been through so much Willow. Bless you. You’re such a resilient, and amazing person.
Willow continues to amaze me – here are just some of her wonderful blog posts to give you a tiny flavour of who she is:
For the series What Day is It Anyway? – This is part of LindaGHill’s #WDIIA :
Photo prompts and various other blog link ups:
Song Lyric Sunday, Familiar Places.
Willow loves to share fabulous song videos on her blog. Here’s James Blunt… singing his beautiful heart out.
Thank you so much for being my beautiful guest Willow.
What a great poem, and a fantastic music video too. Thank you for sharing these with us.
Willow has been a great friend to me – beta reading, reviewing, encouraging, and sharing my blog tour posts like crazy! She’s a truly supportive person and has a wonderful blog.
So this is a Thank You to her for all the wonderful things she does.
Do pop over to say hello.
Stay safe and well everyone.
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Thank you Marje, you are so kind . It’s wonderful to be your blogging sister 💜💜💜
Aww thank you Willow. Thank you so much for being my guest, it was lovely to have you over for a virtual chat on my blog! x
It certainly was lovely to visit 😊
Lovely to be your host! x
Thank you 💜
Thanks Marje and Willow and what a thought provoking poem Willow… hopefully we can pull back from the brink and learn our lessons…hugsxx
Our blog sis is indeed wonderful.
You both are.
I know I cant find time even though I am supposed to have more!
Hi Ritu as are you! A sis too! I’m so busy its unbelievable. Lol. I just fill my spare time with more things to do. Still it’s helping keeping me sane, and occupied during this time. X
I’d love to be a part if your series, if you have space. What do I need to do??
Oh, wonderful I’ll email you. 🙂
It’s lovely to see the talented Willow featured here, Marje. A lovely poem and post.
Lovely post Marje, you and Willow are both super supportive! Yes Willow is always there.. nice poem! just a bit eerie as seems to tell of life now, as long as we are not soon extinct within the year.
Thank you Marion. Aww, how kind of you to say. Yes the poem is somewhat eerie but let’s hope for the best. We humans are tough ‘uns. 🙂
Ha ha yes we sure are! X
That’s some powerful poetry from Willow. And I totally get what Willow means about seemingly being busier than before and find things sneaking away writing time and definitely concentration. <3