Monday, 23 December 2019

Dancing on the table

Today I laid wreaths for both of you
But couldn’t feel your presence
Not like at Howard’s funeral 
Where you unexpectedly held my hand

Then tonight I saw an restaurant on TV.
It wasn’t far south of Derby
And I thought I could take you there
But then realised it’s too late.

So I remember Hatton Hall, Chatsworth, 
How you loved the South bank. 
The great afternoon tea and awful 
Christmas at Crewe hall. 

Birthdays at the Ramblers 
you phoning me on New Year’s Day 
To say you’d been dancing on the table
In the Red Cow on New Year’s Eve. 

LM Collis Dec 2019

Thursday, 3 October 2019

Best friends are the sisters you choose

Best friends are the sisters you choose 
Says the badge, all over Facebook today.
Today I’m missing you all so much
Would love a natter over a cuppa, cosy crafting.

Get better, sort out my next steps
Make time for such meetings
Stop this work/sick cycle
And breathe......

 LMC 3 Oct 2019




Wednesday, 25 September 2019

I‘m a potter too

Broadcasters use my city as a Brexiteer example, 
But I’m also from Stoke-on-Trent
My father, mother, grandmothers worked in potbanks 
As a child I sat on the knees of decorators as they painted 
gorgeous detailed decoration by hand onto bone china, 
Learned to lithograph rosebuds onto little ashtrays for my father’s market stall 
Grandfathers and uncles worked down pits, 
and my uncle died holding up the roof for others to get out from a fall.
Stoke and its minerals are in my blood too. 

And yet my father had revelled in his wartime travel
I grew up writing poems on travelling,
Loving everything Japanese and adoring Miyajima
Just as he had done. Aged 7, my Bucknall junior school
Used a TV programme to teach us French.
All about “Lyne” like me, with short dark hair and glasses.
So the class took the piss and I learned French, 
then it was always easy for me.

I learned electronics in a Hanley Skillcentre
Became an engineer; started in television. 
My husband Brian had made friends in France
Picking grapes in Beaujolais, now our family.
Beaujolais in my blood now as well as china clay.
I moved to the Channel Tunnel when ITV was sold off
As they needed bilingual control engineers. 

Still, as a woman, a trade unionist in a man’s world.
I started a railway engineering career that 
Has has lasted now 28 years, with four glorious years
Working in Paris for High Speed 1.  The first member
Of our family to gain an MSc degree.a Chartered Engineer.

Of course I’m not a Brexiteer.  I’ve seen the benefits 
We gain from the EU. I have family in France, we love
The food and wine of Italy, too.
I’ve been to Miyajima and loved it to bits.
But this came from my blood, my father 
who embraced the travel of WW2 Marines. 
It comes from me, as part of Stoke-on-Trent, a potter.





LM Collis 25Sept2019

Friday, 29 March 2019

Drunk on wine and old rock videos

Yesterday’s gift foretold disaster
A plant spruced up before the closedown 
Instead of a work-based second laptop
To ease my aching back from carrying one. 

And then in sudden, catastophising breakdown
Convinced myself that Brian was going to die
A road death on the trip to Tesco for my lunch
Held on just enough to stop myself
From running after him,
But was then in pieces till he was home safe again,
Knowing I couldn’t, really couldn’t cope
If I were to lose him too.

Redundancy fears faded to trivia
He came back with an Italo-français pun,
Valpolicella ripasso as a reward for his ironing
And we got drunk on wine and old rock videos

c LMCollis 29 March 2019

Thursday, 28 February 2019

This photo won’t tell you everything about my Mum


This photo won’t tell you everything about my Mum.
It doesn’t speak of the harshness of her early life,
how hard she worked, her temper or her broken heart.

It doesn’t let you know about her many friends, 
her dancing feet, and how she knew the words 
to so many songs.
How she made all my clothes when I was young
(especially a ballet tutu and a Japanese dress 
I loved to bits)
and knitted special clothes for premature babies at the hospital.
How she baked hundreds of mince pies every year 
for all the family,
or of her green fingers that could make anything grow.

No, it just lets you know of her indomitable spirit,
Her wonderful laugh and sense of humour,
And the fact that not even a Tower of London Beefeater
Could keep a straight face when she was around.

c LM Collis 27 Feb 2019


Sunday, 17 February 2019

Mum in hospital

They say that hearing is the last thing to go
And so I talk of holidays past
Of Minehead (and my Dad unscrewing the speaker)
Of Lytham St Annes and Blackpool 
Of Jersey with Merlyn, where I learned to swim, 
And when she came to France and Italy, with Brian, Doug,with Rene and with Paula (pole dancing at my local restaurant ;) )
Of days out for her birthday 
The Tower of London, (telling the Beefeater  a dirty joke) the Millenium Wheel, St Pancras and St Paul’s. 
Of the Eden project, Deb and Vicky

And I hope the memories send her somewhere fine. 
LM Collis 17 Feb 2019

Friday, 15 February 2019

February sun

The downside of working from home 
Is that I am fully aware of the beauty of this pre-spring day. 
The birds are going mad, the sun is shining 
It’s no use telling myself, that I can go out, 
once my flexible working is sorted. 
It’ll probably rain then. 
It’s now I want to be out, on this 
Crazily sunny February day.

LM Collis Feb 2019