Pondering Poetry

I've just launched a new blog especially for poetry. It's been exciting realising that out of nowhere I'm able to write poetry and I'd like to share it with you.


I've carried on with the pondering theme and there is a link between both sites at the top of the side bar, but for ease and so you can read today's poem, "Do you want to be a Zebra?" check out the blog

Pondering Poetry

http://ponderingpoetry.blogspot.com/

Important: You will need three people

It often feels like I’m constantly moving house. It’s been half a decade since my student days, but since moving to Durham about eight years ago, I’ve moved every year. The only exception has been a big house of 10, aka ‘House Beautiful’ (the name hopefully makes some sense if you’ve ever read John Bunyan’s ‘Pilgrim’s Progress’), I lived there for two years while we sought to live out a Christian vision of community. Recently, I discovered that a friend had had to move over thirty times in five years- in comparison I realise that I’ve had it easy!


Anyway I’ve moved again and over the past month it’s just been me, home alone, at the new house. This weekend, one of my new housemate’s arrived and for some reason the previous tenants had decided not to make the bedframe but had left it in a box behind the door, and had used the mattress straight on the floor. So after unloading her car we had a bed to make.

We set to opening up and figuring out the different parts and instructions. We put together the headboard and footboard which were made up of a series of different poles and screws and the next bit of making the frame and connecting it to the headboard and the foot of the bed had very strict instructions written in bold letters that read:

Important: you will need three people

I think I’m alright at DIY, I quite enjoy it too! Last year I helped one of my housemates paint her room and then I fitted a carpet, cutting it to size and everything with my pink stanley knife. A tidy job, even though I had never fitted a carpet before! So I read the instructions out loud, looked at the bits of bed and thousands of different size screws, washers and nuts, looked at my friend and back at myself, wondering if two was enough or whether we'd have to put the bed construction on hold and then I shrugged and said,

“That’s alright, we’ve got Jesus too.”


and my friend replied, "And he's a carpenter!"


Needless to say with the ultimate carpenter with us, who promises he'll never leave us, the bed was completed smoothly with no further complications!