Spring is Sprung!

Did you play with that silly rhyme, back in the day?

Spring is sprung, the grass is riz

I wonder where the birdies is!


It still gives me a tiny thrill to say it out loud, with its deliberate naughtiness. I was raised to speak proper(ly), observing the known rules of grammar at all times, never allowed to drop my ‘h’s or the ‘g’s at the ends of ‘ing’ words. As I’ve travelled around the world and encountered different English-speaking cultures, its been a joy to realise that there are different grammars that are absolutely proper in their own contexts. Scots English is especially rich in its variety. There are theories in the world of Linguistics that it was the English of the southerners, the Sassenachs—English people—that diverged, back in the 16th century, rather than the other way round.

And yes, Spring is definitely upon us. No grass in my so-called garden, apart from the odd tufts that rise up in the cracks between the paving slabs, courtesy of the wind, the birds and my neighbours’ lawns. But there are blossoms on the miniature fruit trees in their pots, just outside the front door. And inside, the Oxalis tubers I rescued from what I thought was just a pot of old soil are now in flower on the window sill. Two tiny tomato seedlings have managed to sprout in sympathy.

This week’s episode, “A Small Insurrection”, picks up on the story line which has Helen secretly writing a memoir, while Janey secretly wonders if she is capable of responding to Geogie’s challenge to write some short stories. Janey is in her mid-fifties, a time when many women find themselves wondering “is that all there is?”

Unlike Helen in the podcast story, I have written all my life, but never actually published anything until last year. Things to do in Lockdown? Gather together all those poems and stories and self publish two volumes. Why am I telling you this? Because I am all in favour of people learning life’s great lessons at a much younger age than myself. In this case, the lesson is “Stop waiting for other people to help you. Just do it!”

This week also saw me not winning a poetry competition I had entered. I detest competitions, always have done. Why did I enter? Because the prize was to have a small collection published by an actual publisher, something I still believe gives the author some degree of credibility over and above self-publishing. So now I have to live with the actual, rather than the assumed, knowledge that yet another publisher does not consider my work to be worthy of publishing.


Here’s a poem from that as yet unpublished collection.

Breathing out

Breathing out is good for me

but so is being held.

Not to make the sadness go away

            That’s my job.

And let the hold be real

or virtual

I will feel your love

within my bones

keeping me warm

and safe

and calm

and still

while the movement goes on

so that I can keep on

Breathing out.

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Published by Flloyd Kennedy

Flloyd has performed as a traditional folk singer, cabaret artist and street performer, as well as being founding artistic director of Golden Age Theatre, Glasgow. She performed in Scotland with a number of touring companies before returning to Australia in 1997. Now based in Liverpool, UK, Flloyd shares her experience with student and professional actors, professional men and women, community groups and youth theatres. The human voice in performance is her passion and she is deeply committed to encouraging everyone to explore their potential, in all walks of life. Flloyd Kennedy's approach to actor training has been influenced by some of the world's foremost voice and theatre practitioners, including Valerii Galendiev of The Maly Drama Theatre of St Petersburg (Russia), Anna Petrova of the Moscow Art Theatre School (Russia), Shauna Kanter (USA), Krszysztov Miklasewski (Poland), Frankie Armstrong, John Wright (England), Harriet Buchan (Scotland), Marcia McCallum (Australia) and Ira Seidenstein (Australia).

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