The Inkwell

Down my way

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Saturday morning

Sunshine peeps beyond the curtain

no need for an alarm clock

the magpies are discussing

morning manoeuvres

from the tops of adjacent rooftops

Wheels rumble

up and down six lanes

of purpose built tarmac

destination unknown

stadium, museum, art gallery or park?

Sense of something happening

with set up of stalls

the whiff of fried onion

coming from a stall holder

selling sausage baps for breakfast to

fresh faced football fans

Sharp Whistle

heard from below

has the match started already?

No, more important than that

the first cuppa of the day has been brewed

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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.