Mixed media sketch: pencil, water colour and acrylics.

This piece was written during isolation in lockdown 2020. Even though no one at the time realised what the economic impact would be worldwide, it was thought at the time that the path of positivity would be the wisest choice. It is here where I found inspiration and hope in the small things; the almost mundane made me believe that the positivity I forced myself to feel will recreate us to former splendour.

Shipping size incl. packaging

Height (CM) = 74

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Depth / Diameter if cylinder (CM) = 17

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‘There is a time,


When We knew no pain

The pleasant scent of fresh rain

All will stay the same


Fresh mist spread its tendrils

Like grasping hands of nettles

Settling gently over foothills

Calming fury, fury stills


There is a time,


When We never felt so lone

Craters blown into oblivion

Unknown visions We are prone


Neatly handwritten labels

Ever divided, as by rule

Perseverance got You,

Greater goals to pool


There is a time,


My heart burns like an ember

Smouldering to remember

How small goodness’s remained?


How easily forgotten

The Little things begotten

From true hearts and minds


There is a time,


When new landscapes recreate

Knitting us together

Hope, Belief at tether


My soul is heavy, weathered

My heart is broken, battered

Your path is laid before you

The choice in your revision

Will make a sound decision



Published: The West Review Fall 2020