Toadstool

Toadstools, growing by a tree on Salford Quays (Image: Brian F Kirkham)

a late night poem, rewritten from my notebooks – enjoy.

 

In cold damp and dark

out in the park

a small brown toadstool

sits hiding in the grass

shy and retiring

not best in its class

sheltered by reeds, in the wind and rain

camouflauged by the grass

drinking slowly from the drain

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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.