The Inkwell

Snowing

#Weather #Lockdown #Poetry

The idea : imagine it snows constantly for 30 years – and then it stops…..

Strange….the snowflakes aren’t falling today

no more than a mouse has come

out to the house

where i live

Mum and dad are at our kid’s

so i’m sat under a rug

watching BBC News

all nice and snug

Wireless classics from out on the stage

and comedy recordings for a digital age

kept me occupied and going

off the page

But its starting to melt,

the snow and the ice

with the thermometer rising

its feeling quite nice

Need a shovel – not a boat

but i’ll be wearing my big coat

as to the shop i go

dressed like an eskimo

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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.