The Inkwell

Noise

Salford, 9th November 2021

(response to a write club theme by inky)

What’s that noise ?

beyond the glass

up in the rooftops

its the birds that pass

surveying the autumn pickings

on the frost laden grass

What’s that noise?

beyond the bricks

the pipes are playing

at quarter to six

rolling water like streams

to keep us warm

the noise that it makes though

isn’t the norm.

Open the window

industry’s here!

rolling down the A road

without a fear

Following each other like a load of ham

ending on the tarmac in a big traffic jam

What’s that noise?

above my head

I’ve heard it since I rose

and got out of bed

chirping and cheeping – and always on time

A family of sparrows – its breakfast time

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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.