Conservatory | Survival of Life and Grime

Written by Susan Lane SLCM Keeper of ColourMine

Conservatory: A life of dirt, debris and the ensuing path to removal of countryside grime that can sometimes turn out to be a poetic story.

Conservatory Dirt and Debris

I look out of the window and what do I see
Well, not a great deal, 
Very little of the garden cannot be seen 
Every window pane is covered in dew 
The overnight chill made it misty 
But that’s not such a bad thing 
I’ll just get my squeegee 

I’ve got a few minutes 
I could go outside and clear the yuk and goo 
No spraying or scrubbing, 
The dirt will slide off easily
If I grab a cloth, wipe down the frame 
Keep moving the ladder 
For the next bit of the game
Within thirty minutes the whole conservatory 
Is really marvellous, so grand again

I considered

Cleaning the roof 
But the gutter would get filled up 
With all of the moss and debris
Also, the birds love what is rubbish to me, 
It’s full of bugs that are a tasty treat 
The moss is good for nesting too 
When spring abounds
I watched them land, grab a full beak- 
Then off they flew
They did that repeatedly 

If I leave it for now, then next year 
It will give those birds a quick free feast
So, for now it can stay
It’s such a pain to get the ladder out anyway
But in a few months, 
I could spend half a day 
Getting up that ladder 
And dragging it all away

We both know

It’ll be good exercise 
Climbing up and down the ladder 
Fleet as can be hehe
Gently scraping away everything mucky
That clings steadfast to the glass roof
Of my conservatory 

Until that day I shall 
Occasionally sit on the swing 
Sip my cup of tea 
Mull over everything 
Gather my thoughts, pondering gently
About which memories are easiest 
And don’t cause me grief

They are the ones I can write

Systematically, 
They include love, laughter 
And other types of dirt, 
Sometimes even fleas 
Some may tell you about 
My website building experience 
There are some poems there already 
So, it’s a possibility, also 

There are all kinds of things 
That can be written about 
Like driving down the lane 
And 
Would you believe 
The main route through the village 
To the nearest town 
Is completely closed for everyone, 
A diversion is likely

It’s probably for repairs that are routine

It’s irritating and will be a complete pain 
Because other ways in and out 
Are narrow lanes 
It becomes more of a nuisance 
When the A2 stops running 
That’s it’s usual claim to fame 
Absolutely no-one likes that game

Never mind, 
I shall stay at home today, 
I’m not desperate for shopping anyway
Maybe I’ll upload a poem or two 
If I load them right away
That will take several hours out of my day 
I scrutinise everything completely 
Making sure it’s all how I like it to be 
Do I have some kind of OCD

Yes, I know I have photos,

They need to be added too
But occasionally none of them suit 
So, when I don’t have any ready 
I find the best subjective view
So that at least the image is relevant 
It would be daft if I wrote a poem 
About a woodland view,
Added an unrelated image
Well, that would be poo

I hear you say 
With all of the information 
And the new tech today
Doesn’t everything get edited 
As if by magic, possibly AI 
That might be for others but not me 
I write my poem, 
Type, upload and add everything 
Find the right image, add script and publish 
That can take all day, easily

For you to read just one

Of my poems all the way through 
Well, you’re probably talking 
Five minutes maximum
So, that said, may I take this opportunity 
To thank all of you properly 
For taking the time 
Out of your busy day 
To appreciate my poetry

ColourMine as you must have seen 
Is a growing entity 
With lots of different poetry 
If you have just a few minutes 
Then please join me, with your drink 
Some day 
We might even get to meet

It won’t be today

I’m slightly busy I’m sorry to say 
Writing is a major thing
I see it, I memorise and eventually get my pen 
Firstly, I write then I let it breathe 
I read it through out loud 
It’s got to make sense you see 
Now it’s just you, ColourMine and me 
With AssTea lazily resting 
On the seat beside me 

Before I go,
I read it through in its entirety
Then go indoors, start the process again,
You might one day hear me, 
Read one of my poems 
On YouTube or maybe in a public venue

In the meantime,

Merry Christmas from me and the crew
ColourMine, AssTea, the animals, birds and bugs 
The swing seat and the conservatory 
We’re all pleased to send you 
Season’s Greetings.

I wish you also a Happy New Year.
Having removed all the dirt and grime 
From this present year.
I lift my glass, the Asti bubbling gently 
Everyone here wishes you cheers.
Let’s celebrate, us and ColourMine, 
Let’s all shout out loud, 
Happy New Year!

ColourMine poetry, and the original photographs, are completely authentic to myself, Susan Lane SLCM – no AI, no plagiarism, all checked and verified by Copyleaks

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