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
Salford, 28th November 2020
I’m not feeling particularly festive at present.
Its Dark and cold outside, as the last of November’s nights draw in
and yes, that means, the run to the festive season has already started
Tomorrow – is “Advent Sunday”, and i’m guessing the advent calendars will be on the walls of every kid in the neighbourhood.
Of course, things are slightly different with a health lockdown in place.
They’ll be lighting the first of the Advent candles at church, but we’ll all be watching from the safety of our computer screens.
I just hope, we’ll either see little blister and the nephews in and around the lifting of lockdown, or we’ll have a “Spring Christmas” when it’s safe to do so.
Perhaps , its the lack of Tinsel and a Tree in the Front Room that’s causing my spot of melancholy…..
<HEX> HEY! – I WANNA SEE THE HOGFATHER!!!!
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(Seems my computer is getting in the Christmas spirit …..)
#Slampoetry #writeclub
A piece of slam poetry written for the Monday Writeclub….
Passing down the road,
he seemed such a gent,
and then – passing a bin – a deliberate act,
created reactions – obvious fact –
A Michelin man – bobble hat and all
about to see his value fall
off to the match, with his fish and chips –
as soon as the last chip had passed his lips –
falling to the floor a greasy mass –
merely a foot from a bin by the grass –
walked away briskly, to get to the game
leaving leftover bits to the neighbours shame
match programme and ticket held safely away
so why did you drop your pre-match food tray?
expectation – their thought – you would aid their cause –
so he’d get to the game early – mate, don’t expect applause…
#Fowc #Gravy
Good heavens! you’ll cry – its just a sauce, made from
Roasting juices of the meat cooking in the oven –
Actually, they cheer in unison – its much more than that
Vegetable water and various seasonings are mixed in too –
You might even get a flavour of the drink you’re having with your dinner
#CYW #Rawsienna
Brown as the earth its come from
clay colours
dashed with gritty yellow sand
everyone’s attracted to it – maybe its the
ferrous shade that they like –
granular rainbows appearing on the paper , depending
how much pressure you apply to the page
#Fowc #Vapor
clouds of something
intoxicating travel through
northern skies
broken up by the wind but
caught in transit
by those innocently
flying by
#CYW #RadicalRed
They wanted to change the system
and united under a flag
led by men of learning
fighting wasn’t their bag
so instead they marched the streets
in order to reach a change
and workers shut the factories
till their voices were in range
The voices , sole , were low in noise
but soon became a crowd
till one day they reached the gates of power
and called out as one aloud
And the rulers , they had to listen
as the wheels of industry stopped
and the army weren’t getting their pay
so the walls defending them dropped
Something to brighten up the borders
of your garden as the leaves on the trees start to
roll around in the autumn wind
the gardeners call it pink, the flower buffs call it purple
of course, while it’s still in
flower – nobody minds what shade it is – it still looks lovely by the lawn
#Writeclub #Slampoetry
Todays attempt at slam poetry, created in the on-line session of #writeclub
Passing down the road,
he seemed such a gent,
and then – passing a bin – a deliberate act,
created reactions – obvious fact –
off to the match, with his fish and chips –
as soon as the last whole chip passed his lips –
falling to the floor a greasy mass –
merely a foot from a bin by the grass –
walked away briskly, to get to the game
leaving leftover bits to the neighbours shame
expectation – their thought – you would aid their cause –
so he’d get to the game early – mate, don’t expect applause….
Nothing better served than fresh fish!
#Socs #Fridge
The seal popped
The jar opened
The flavours released
sweetened fruit held in suspension
spread over hot buttered toast
sensations – smell sight and taste – heightened
Warm strawberry tastes
Wild , sweet and welcoming
Tasted with every bite
The rest of the flavours – locked in the jar
kept in a place with the polar bears
for tomorrows crumpet feast
