Salford, 15th March 2021 – from a writeclub prompt
“A postbox is a box that eats socks“
There’s a reason why they are red.
Just before night fall – the humans put the washing out
in the hope they’ll be dry in the morning
the crows cry out – but everyone’s asleep
as the poor old washing line find’s itself
accosted by the eater of socks
and right socks and left cry out for each other
as the holder of the mail
helps itself to a night time snack
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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