The Inkwell#CYW #Killarney #PurpleMountainMajesty
Perhaps the imps were out last night
up where the slate rocks lie
reactions to the sun falling on the hills
people are pleased with what they see on the eye
lilacs , lavenders and amethyst shades – all those and much more
everyone visiting loves the scene – so off they do explore
#beach #quiet #moment
Early morning
calm before the chaos
watching the sun pop its head
above the waterline
catching those precious
early morning rays
watching her shadow like a little girl
as she leaves footprints in the sand
#Television #Technology #Nature #Birds #Art #octpowrimo
Digital Telly was never supposed to be like this
with the computer looking after the signal
it was supposed to be clearer and sharper
with up to the minute relayed information
on your big screen TV
They never saw your aerial being used as a perching post…..
#Fowc #Utilize #Utilise
Sat in the hotel dining room
waiting for his bacon and eggs to be dished up
he works on an impromptu masterpiece
his models not as picky as usual
but they’re the stars of this pre-breakfast show
while the main act is getting ready
A write club acrostic, written by inky.
#Imperialwarmuseum #Airfix #Planes #Squadron #Military #Aircraft
Sat atop a great height
quite a few planes, old and new
used to being in hangars, have found
a home by the waters of a canal
definitely a peacetime operation
red arrows escorting a Spitfire veteran and
other D-Day participants – resting on their runway
new recruits ready to escort them from another bookshelf
Salford 1st July 2020
#writeclub #monsters #poetry #kidspoetry
as part of my write club challenges, i wrote a piece about a “Monster” with claws and teeth and horns – more like a caterpillar with 100 Feet!
(Anyone with kids remember a Lotsa-Lotsa-Leggs ? 🙂 )
I know , you know its not halloween
but i’ve got to tell you about this thing i’ve seen
snaking round Salford’s streets
with over a hundred colourful feet
A fluffy centipede , orange fur, purple hair
grown ups walking past they stare
at multi coloured spikes on his back
they move on quickly – in case of attack
If they had thought – they’d would have seen
those spikes were just fur
he want’s something to munch on
to sleep and to purr
And who does he bump into ? – our neighbours cat
who gives him some room in the upstairs flat…
so before going to bed, he eats leaves and shoots
resting on a mat, his hundred or so boots
And during the dusk, you’ll see them both play
with a ball made of wool – in a particular way
playing under the moon and having some fun
and enjoying a nap – when the day has begun
#IWM #Airfix #Duxford
A poetry piece by B.F. Kirkham.
There’s a bucket of wings on the table,
but this ain’t no KFC
You’re there with your mates at the ready
and take home a plane for free
You pick up the pieces as listed
the fellow from museum there to help
as your classmates fumble with pieces
and boys and girls start to yelp
Behind you is the perfect model –
they tell you it took men all those years
as part of the wing it does come off
and it almost brings you to tears
Patience – comes call from behind you
as you fiddle with the pieces for a while
it won’t take you long – and you can’t get it wrong
as the teacher gives you a smile
Suddenly it all comes together
the tail end the wings and the prop
resembling that big plane behind you
and its something you don’t want to drop
So you say ta to the model instructor
with your plane that’s been made paid and mended
and your classmates all fly, those planes from time gone by
before the trip to the museum is ended.
#Writeclub #Iceberg
Iceberg
In the watery depths – it waits
Cold hearted assassin
Engaging its prey
Boats don’t stand a chance…
Even when clad with mighty armour – They’re
Rounded up as they try to escape – and attacked,
Grounded – or Sunk
If wide eyed
Captains don’t open their
Eyes – the crew they work with will get a surprise
Being jostled by the giant of frozen ice
Engaging a giant ? the boat pays a price
Rocking the boat or bashing its hull
Gushing in seawater till the hull , it is full
#fowc #Crazy
Colourful trail leading up the garden path
rocky slabs laid at really strange angles
at first, you might think – some mad
zany designer had taken a hammer to your pavement, but
you would be wrong – each
piece has been placed on purpose
as you look carefully – each bit of stone comes into
view as part of the picture as a whole
in time you’ll spot a scene as the pieces come together
navigating their way down the garden, and
greeting visitors – welcome to our house!
Salford, March 28th 2020
#Socs #Besideme
Saturday morning.
Its a couple of days into the government lockdown in the UK for this blooming bug that’s hitting the globe like a whirlwind
and for the stream of conciousness challenge – i’ve been asked whats beside me,
I’m looking down at the table – the book i was reading yesterday is still there, a compilation of work from some fine amateur writers, who entered the great British write off for 2015 – flipping through the index – i find i appear just before half way with a short piece i wrote during a holiday at that time
My watercolour pad is just in reach, doodles and scribbles brought to life in glorious technicolor. For some strange reason, there’s an awful lot of drawings of fish – there is a reason for that folks – i’d been creating my own stencils the night before and one of them was …. lo and behold a fish.
Flipping through the watercolours, there’s a picture of a tree….haven’t come up with a title for it yet – so i’m going to pinch a title for it – “What the kids really wanted”
