Woken up by waterworks
On the mark of quarter to five
Kept awake by the familiar sound of
Excited cats finding food on the
Night prowl
Unless my head hits the
Pillow soon, i won’t be good to anyone
As pins and needles bite my feet
Golden slumbers seem far away
Aching bones rest on a thousand pocket springs
In a vain attempt I’ll sleep through the rest of
Night time
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.
The Inkwell 
Leave a comment