The Inkwell#writeclub #challenge
Its floating in the sea
like an unseen Bazooka
Shadows casting over
bright blue water
Birds sing out to
their fishing friends below
Careful all –
Its squeaky bum time!
But out there in the cold
This mountain of ice wails –
I ONLY WANT A HUG
#Writeclub #Poetry #Icebergs
2nd November 2020
A piece written for the online writeclub on something a little frosty, but even they have a bit of character!
They’re floating in the sea
like unseen Bazookas
Their glacial shadows casting
over the cold blue water
as the fleet of little boats
navigate around them
Birds sing out a warning to
their fisherman friends below
Careful dear friends – its squeeky bum time!
but out in the depths – the ice mountains wail
their triangular forms weighed down in discombobulation
Its lonely out here – we only want a hug!
#Octpowrimo #Memories #Holiday #Turtle #turkey
Travelling from quite a fair distance
Up on my bedside cupboard, lives a soap stone turtle
Regaled in fancy patterns, carved by the artisan
Turns heads with newcomers who haven’t seen him
Likes to hang about with others of his kind
Except – while he is Black and White – his pal is in colour
Salford (via Manchester Museum), 20th June 2020
King of the Dinosaurs!
woken up by the sound of a wide brush,
and now sitting proud in a grand hall
towering over us all
while human children look and read,
what he liked, for a feed.
Manchester, 17th June 2020
#Fowc #Avarice
Although it might seem a great idea at the time,
Vexed questions of how you spend your money abound
As instead of sharing your good fortune,
Reactions to those around you cant be called charitable
In fact, they’re reminiscent of a Dickens character
Christmas can’t come fast enough for you,
Expect a haunting or two come Christmas Eve
#SoCs #Spray
Surveying his kingdom
purched preening on his prime position
rivals daren’t come close
as the self professed “king of the close”
yells out to all comers – “keep off – that’s MINE!”
#writephoto #prompt
Family sit on the bank,
they’ve been doing this for years
keeping an eye out for their neighbours
providing cover from the atlantic wind
for the plants, and sometimes an animal or bird
and giving shade to the pretties in pink
their reward for this task
watching the breakers
coming in to the shore
Salford, Monday 4th May
It’s early morning, as i rise
and the street is busy to my surprise
for waking up the chorus (Dawn)
a pussy cat, a little forlorn
He’d spent his time, with his pals last night
playing around under the street lights
but now Ra is up, it has to be said
this furry old cat wants in for his bed
His stomach is full, thanks to a friend on the street
corned beef from a can – a most tasty treat
but his thoughts turned to breakfast, as on street he did play
so off to the garden , he began to make way
And up is his owner, so he’s through the back door
and slowly he goes off to his bed on the floor
so while humans are out, with meetings they keep
our furry old pussycat, is in bed, sound asleep
#fowc #fortitude
It’s that thing that’s ultimately unique to you
despite your troubles, your aches
your problems or pains
you still manage to get through the day
all in a kind, and friendly way
#Napowrimo #Easter
Monday 13th April 2020
Every easter, it’s rumoured
a furry fellow in white
sends a special delivery
to commemorate the resurrection to
every kid in the neighbourhood
ready wrapped and sent as quick as Santa
