At Kat Myrman‘s suggestion,along with Jane Dougherty, I’m trying out the Lune form this month. The Lune is a three line poem, either 5/3/5 syllables or 3/5/3 words.
Evenings draw out
And morning
Comes to soon, no doubt.
Day: Jun 22, 2018
So, it has come to this.
We need to publicize this it cannot be fair.
Oh, the irony
Here, by way of an update, is the terrible story of the last week, along with some background…..
A couple of months ago, due to a minor administrative mistake, Rhonda and Audrey’s resident visa applications were rejected as invalid, despite our repeated attempts to clarify what the problem was.
A great many wonderful people generously donated money to help us meet the extortionate costs of making the application, for which we are eternally grateful and most of that fee was refunded when the application was turned down.
We have since been communicating with the UKBA and the Home Office via our MP, who offered to help and who had requested that they review our case for an appeal. He told us last weekend that a letter had been written to us on Friday and would arrive this week.
The letter arrived on Wednesday: “right of appeal denied”.
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Caught in the Webb
As each day slides through the window
Pouring itself onto the carpet below
I close my eyes and pray for sleep
That will not come, fear begins to creep.
From my soul it spreads about
Clouding rational thoughts out
Where did it all begin to fall apart
Leaving me with a broken heart.
Trapped in a spiders webb
Watching normality start to ebb
Out of reach and out sight
I struggle with the day, and dread the night.
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