a poem in response to the prompt
Quite a trick you managed there
disappearing into fresh air
where you’ve gone – I haven’t a clue
but I know exactly what to do
even though you’ve gone – with out a trace
I know what will make you return to place
I’m off to make your favourite pie
and back to the house – soon you will fly.
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.
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