a response to the john cooper clarke poem – i travel in biscuits
As moon descends
towards the horizon
and the sun shows its face
i create something
you’ll eat before lunch
tasty squares filled
with the yummiest things
and holding firm from the heat
the kettle will bring
sweetness with a bit of a bite
small somethings to see through to
dinnertime at night
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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