The Inkwell

The road cones lament

#Blogging101 #Napowrimo #Day16 #Almanac poem

Hi readers!  Today’s Almanac challenge on Naprowrimo.net has given me the perfect opportunity to pull out of my notebook box, a character piece set in Manchester’s Piccadilly Gardens…during the time of recent anti-austerity protests.

(A tale not told of any human, but a road-cone!!!)

The Road Cone’s Lament

It’s really windy today!

I feel so cold

Autumn’s leaves below me

in red , brown and gold

 

And here I sit here, today –

up high in the air

on a nobleman’s head

does anyone care

 

I’m supposed to protect people

round the holes I can see

but those public around

are now staring – at me!

 

As I’ve turned the enobled

into a figure of ‘fun’

would the builders who left me

know just what they’ve begun ?

 

The people who lifted me

having taken their chance

now sing round the marble

as they wave and they dance

 

And those men of importance

pass by with a glare

As I wobble on the statue

in the cold air

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Inkdrop is freelance writer with a passion for exploring the intersections between nature, architecture, and artistic expression. With a background in computing, and writing – his pen name harks back to when he played around with rhymes and a fountain pen. Now joined by a selection of created photos from an acquired DSLR camera He shares insights with scribblers of all backgrounds. Outside of visiting museums and exploring the latest in exhibits , he enjoys walking through the countryside in pursuit of the next rainbow.