End of my tether!

End of my tether!

Looking like a straw scarecrow

And didn’t want my hair to grow!

Streaks of brown, grey and not as fair

Fringe covers my eyes, I do despair!

It’s fine but thick and needs a trim -

The layers now have reached my chin!

It’s out of sync and gone haywire;

Thick and weedy wet with perspire.

I never liked it quite this long,

It looks so odd and very wrong!

It’s got split ends and been such a blow,

Hairdressers’ have been in weeks of furlough.

Am looking like a right old witch,

It looks as though there’s been a glitch!

In my hair a plastic Alice band,

It looks quite weird and wasn’t planned.

Beginning to dread my awful locks,

Need it cut before the next equinox!

It’s full of frizz and tangled waves

And dripping sweat in this heat wave.

At the moment I am not enthralled

And wish I’d had a style like bald!

It resembles something like a mop

Looks like my face has just dropped.

I haven’t used hair colouring

Since lockdown at the start of spring.

Haven’t been near any dye;

Shops’ been shut, am mortified!

Can’t use wax or rub in mousse

And way past giving it a spruce!

With extra hair and this hot weather

Nearly at the end of my tether!

Copyright Linda Lawrence

23^rd June 2020

Birdsong

Birdsong

Oh dear, it’s been so unclear

And been such a strain

To be able to hear!

Don’t want to complain

About my ear -

But it’s been such a pain!

It has hurt like hell!

As the drum did swell

And have been afraid

To wear a hearing aid

As it’s just too near

To my brain!

And I’ve been so dismayed;

It still sounds blurred

And with all the delays

And lockdowns,

The hospital shutdowns

I have at last been referred!

I need to know

If it’s sticky glue?

Been using a gizmo

And nose drops to pass through.

Been feeling low -

Just want it looked into.

It’s been buzzing, pinging

Popping, beeping!

All this noise has stopped me sleeping!

It’s been bubbling,

Banging, ringing

Has been very troubling.

And all the fizzing, 

And ceaseless Rasping

The constant whizzing

Feels like its everlasting.

And all the whooshing

Is not improving.

I am not ignoring -

Just need some tests!

And all my moaning

Has got very boring

And I’ve been so stressed.

(Must stop this groaning)

Discussions sound muffled

With odd sounding voices

They have been tuneless;

Conversations reshuffled,

With all the white noises

It has been utterly hopeless!

And through these headaches,

The pills - stuff up my nose,

Drops in my ears, there have been mistakes.

You’re fed up with me I do suppose!

It’s much safer now, this awful outbreak

So now please do whatever it takes!

There’s not much time to go

To have this head scan;

Get tests for some audio,

See right inside my mind if they can!

An appointment now not so long.

To hear once again, the morning birdsong.

Copyright Linda Lawrence

Mid June 2020