The Inkwell

Fish and Chips – Kind Of

fish in parsley sauce – impressionist by inky.

The noble fish sat on my plate

hadn’t had a battering

it had been enjoying a bath like Cleopatra

getting all warm and tasty

Upon leaving the path it was

wrapped up in a coat of green

to enhance its wonderful flavour

and rested on a bed of buttery potato

And while it lay there in on the plate

lying in its luxury

a cohort of peas stood on a potato ridge

to keep it safe from wondering eyes

But alas all were devoured

in the haze of white and green

grappled apart by trident and sword

by the chef and his guests

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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.