The Inkwell#fowc #wait
Time passes slowly
As you sit waiting for the train
To come rolling down the track
And into the station
Timetable isn’t friendly
It’s saying it’s on its way
So to distract you from the empty arrival
Your sat with your radio on play
And each tick that follows tock
Seems to be on a lock
As you wait for whoever forlorn
Listening out for the diesel trains horn
Salford, 22nd January 2020
#fowc #refuse
Two definitions for this word fandango’s provided – so I cobbled them together in this
feel free to comment.
Refusing to recycle your rubbish ?
expect a spot of bother
for if you don’t follow the bin men’s advice
until you do so, the bin will just
sit there – full to the brim of stuff that should be turned into something else
expect an extra invoice when they send a bigger rubbish truck!
#Promptuarium
These canals were once full
Boats and ships travelled up and down
Collecting Goods and cargo
But somewhere,
where the canal met the river
a grown up scout thought he’d have some fun
He created a dam,
by a campsite ridge
and the water stopped at the spot
Interested Beavers
Marvelled at the scouts work
as the stream dried up beyond it
Fish fled for safer spots
as the water stopped flowing
and stayed behind the wall
And sea birds stood perplexed
wandering why the water had simply
disappeared
Salford, 19th January 2020
#weather #fog
Christmas and New Year is over, but winters still here
A patchwork of heavy cloud, lies low – hiding church spires
Until it lifts – it’s difficult to get anywhere
Gravitating over roads and field alike
Hard to make out the silhouettes in the Pea Soup
The landmarks fizzle out the further they’re away
#coloryourworld #CYW #Fern
An acrostic for the Fern Colour on Tourmalines Coloryourworld challenge
Flowing fronds of green
each one coming from a central point
reminding me of an octopus or squid –
not squelchy, but just as many arms!
Part – time juicer of oranges
Reels out stories and photos for
England’s tabloid press – so he can
Serve up iced drinks to the masses on
Summer weekends
Zingy is how you might call it
each pore of the citrus fruits skin
holds a little bit inside
and as your figures begin to split
the fruit’s smell contained therein
escaping into the room
where it does reside
enhancing the flavour into which you’ve just bit
Salford 30th March 2019
#freedomofexpression #iscriblr #mystery
a response to iscriblrs wonderful mystery challenge…enjoy.
A strange thing happened the other night
Under the cover of dark
Something with a sweet tooth paid us a call
He snook into the kitchen, without giving us a fright
And sitting down at my birthday cake, he did park
Having eaten his slice, he went out the door
Lighting up the kitchen , as he passed by the walls
And leaving a trail of cake crumbs on the floor
Salford, 21st December 2018
Melanie looked at the living room carpet
Enveloped by four soggy footprints
Local law enforcement scoured the area, but
Terrible thing was … they couldn’t find the culprits
Even the footprints outside could be found , it’s like they
Disappeared in the snow ❄️
Salford, 14th November 2018
Memories of a mate, brought back in an instant
A blast from the past, delivered with a click
Noted – you’ve not talked for a while
Changes in address do that
Hoping – they remember your name
Expectations raised as they recognise your face
Someone should have said – its the passing of time
Talk about the old days, in a familiar place
Engaging about others
Round a table with Tea and cake
IWM Duxford , Cambridge, 5/6/2017
For a brief moment today,
looking around the hangar in Cambridge
I got to see the marvels of flight first hand
Great planes – from early pioneers to new planes and even spaceflight
Hoped to see something special – and I wasn’t disappointed
Tomorrow – i’ll take a look at what I captured
#CYW #Piggypink
Pink piggies like the ones in the farm
on a plate with instant charm
really tasty with their marshmallow noses
krafty icing with a number of poses
perhaps you’d be worried – about poor mr pig
in fact – when i tell you – you might do a jig
news is – i can tell you – that no pigs come to harm
king of his field – is still sat in the farm
#metaphor
a piece wrote as a response to a photo….gave it a little character.
Down a vast array of items
in the great festive sale
sits a lowly tin of peaches
bashed from the morning jostle
its label a little worn
it sits on the shelf – alone
this tin was never – ever
going to win the contest
for most delightful
its fellow tins were taken
some hours ago
in the rush before closing
and there’s no one to see
but the Frosty sour cream
in the Fridge in Aisle C
Moments tin wishes
he was back in the plant
opportunities here – scant
So the tin waits
for morning to come
and awaits delivery mans hum
#CYW #Periwinkle
Dancing around in the lightest of breezes
bringing a spot of colour to parks and gardens
before the frost comes in
the ground you sit in determines your colour
sometimes you’re pink, sometimes you’re purple
but most of the time you’re as blue as the sky above you
and you shore up your fellow flowers
the daffodils and tulips keeping them standing tall
while the breeze of the wind goes through the park
#Socs #Collarsup
Considering its not the warmest
Outside, and it
Looks like autumnal weather is here
Like an old friend
Application of a Woollen Jumper or Scarf might be in order
Really good Duffelcoat or Waterproof to keep out the rain
Something tells me we’re going to need it
Until mother nature allows the mercury to rise – its best to
Prepare….stay indoors if you don’t have to go out – wrap up if you do
#CYW #Peach
Picked from the trees in the hills of Asia
each fruit furry to the touch
and juicy with every bite – just watch out for the stone in the middle
can be eaten on its own, or with custard or cream
hot out of the oven – its wonderful in a pie or a flan
13th September 2020
The picture says it all,
the mass of children, now grown up
outside a hostelry
The gents haven’t changed much
Though some have shot up in size
Dwarfing those who had to jump a little higher
The ladies in their grand attire
with every colour of the rainbow on show
something to brighten up an admirers eye
but making an appearance – that lad at the back
you havent seen in a while
the one with the wild and wacky hair
the one that made everybody smile
Note to the reader – No one was harmed in the creation of this poem 🙂
It seemed that all was looking well
as the bride made her way down the aisle
and the vows were said with grace
the decorations made the hall look swell
As her bridesmaids escorted her in style to a hall,
where food of Heston Blumenthal ,
was served up in a most grand place
on silver platters Wall to Wall.
All seemed well, till after the dance
and the cooks brought in the wedding cake
the hotel located by a railway line
All would be well, you would thought the chance
as an express went past the floor began to shake
and tiers of the cake, began to fall
they saved three tiers – but what of the rest? was it fine?
ask the page boys under the table where it sat by the wall
There’s a definite change in the air
although he’s there – you don’t see the sun as much
longer nights, shorter days
expect the palette on the trees to change
on the whole – there’s signs that winter is on her way
frosty mornings covering fallen autumn leaves
a mass of crispy leaves amass
under the trees that once held them
to the wildlife its a sign to check the supplies and get
under the covers till the arrival of spring
munching on supplies before drifting off to sleep
night owls staying by their nests
#writephoto #twilight
Sat on a bench
taking in the last of the sun’s daily allocation of rays
in that moment of time tween day and night
looking out for luna popping out from behind the marshmallows
lighting up the sky as ra dips below the horizon
Written for this week’s Photo Challenge from Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie. Photo credit: Aleksandar Pasaric on Pexels.com.
They Call it “Modern Living”
as they rise up to the sky
colourful boxes in formation
thirty or fourty miles high
You would definately call it colourful
You could also call it cosy
You could even call it sardine-like
as you give your neighbours a nosy
Some like the format of it all
as they talk to the neighbours ‘cross the way
but some don’t like the shadows
its night in the middle of the day
Balconies round a patch of green
which after sundown, isn’t often seen
watching the clouds pass in the sky
and seeing the odd bird fly by
