from inkdrop – poetry, places and events
#FFFC #Christmas #Gingerbread
He escaped the initial onslaught of christmas day
Hiding in plain sight whilst watching the fondant animals
get chomped by all and sundry
now lying in marshmallow luxury
in his grand gingerbread palace
his life clock – short, much like himself
but he’ll enjoy his time till the hot chocolate gets brewed.
#weather #snow #birds
Falling ice
isn’t the best
festive present
for our feathered friends
so for a few flighting hours
they sit atop the tallest trees
where they take shelter
under the fronds
of an evergreen branch
while watching
balanced snowballs
above their heads
#Socs #Box
So,
as you raided the tree
navigating all the pressies to get to your own, did you
take care to check the big red box
at the side of the tree ?
Pleasant surprise
resides inside for you
even the family dog wants you to
see what’s inside
except – though its from santa – theres
no name on the tag….
though theres a pressie everyone will enjoy.
Something seasonal served
traditionally in the festive time
of the twelve days of christmas
like mince pies – they’re filled with fruit, but
like christmas cake – there’s a layer of marzipan in
every icing sugared slice
naughty or nice ? a treat after the christmas dinner
#CYW #RedViolet
Sat on the park bench
In an effort to enjoy his sandwiches, Charlie brown
Reacts with a smile – to the girl who caught his
Eye….the girl with the red hair
Now – tomorrow – he might go over and talk to her
#CYW #RedOrange
I’d call it the colour of autumn
a sign from the leaves on the trees
that winter is on its way
the mercury is retreating ,
and something a little colder is replacing
the warm colours
its pleasing to the eye
for it is the last we’ll see of the deciduous leaves
till spring
#weather #cold #frost
Father christmas had been and gone, his
reindeer now making a beat towards the stables
outside, in the dark –
someone was playing whilst others slept
taking water from the air and leaving patterns on everything he touched
#fffc
The Christmas tree lights twinkled
as the girl stared under the tree
bright shiny gifts propped around the base
like supporting stones
expectations fulfilled ? perhaps – but
there was always something that
santa didn’t deliver – leaving an air of disappointment
waiting was a bit of a chore
As rooms were decorated
And brightly coloured trees
Waited
For Christmas presents to be placed
At their feet
Church bells rang out
For the saviours birthday
While a host of beasts
Were prepared for a festive feast
Sweet treats
Hanging from the tree
Sweet as the pudding
Served after tea
The Lancashire Elf
A Christmas Tale for readers of the Inkwell
Happy Christmas Everybody! Inky.
Up there in Lapland,
where its Christmas all day
a strange kind of elf,
has decided to play
Santa’s perplexed, as he’s really quite tall
but the other elves round him are having a ball!
When reaching up high, they call for his aid,
and putting toys on high shelves, he’s made the grade
He’s good for woodturning and chopping down wood
and making new toys ? He’s really quite good.
foreman found him in th’forest – and he said he’s for hire
– he comes from a forest – called “Lanky – Shire”
The other elves love him, they think that he’s grand
as their big pal “lanky” gives everyone a hand
and its not just toymaking skills that he’s got
he’s cooking up dinner – he calls it “Hotpot”
And come Christmas eve when the elves they do pack,
“lanky” is there to fill Santa Claus’s sack
This great big elf, makes every kid smile
as he helps dear old Santa go the extra mile
