Birdsong (10)

Do the birds know how much their song cheers us? They don’t sing for us but we are the better for it – at least I am. It helps so much in these still dark mornings and when the wind continues to blow. The flat has been dusted, hoovered and mopped and now I am ready to do my work. Though what that work is to be is yet to be fully determined. I have ideas, sketched out in my head as I walked this morning, but whether they will work on paper I don’t know. Such are Mondays. Tea is made. Now I must call the bank and then get on. To the drawing board.

Will they set her free? Let it be so. Let her torment end and let her return to her husband and child. Please.

By Ellen Bell

Artist and writer currently living in Aberystwyth.