The Inkwell
#Dreams #Writeclub
Salford, 30th April 2020
Drifting into a lovely dream
resting on a hundred or more feathers and a few more bouncy springs
in time i’m picking toffee apples off a nearby tree, and
four and twenty cartoon animals are joining me
to have the wonder of all picnics
in time – i’ll be going back to the run-of-the-mill routine
not until the alarm bell
goes off beyond the garden
Salford 27th April 2020
#Napowrimo #writeclub #Dreams #Metaphor
The moon is a bright shiny Ten Pence piece
The sky is a furry dark blanket
The stars are little sequins reflecting on that blanket
The sea is a vast mirror, reflecting whats above
The Moon is a beacon for space travelling mice
The sky is the map they use to travel about
The stars are the destinations on that map
The sea the place they hide their spaceship
The moon lights up the sky at night
The sky keeps a kite up in flight
The stars play with the new thing in the sky
The sea watches on, and moves on by
#freedomofexpression #Dream
Dreams – they form your life’s ambition
Resting as you do on your quilts position
Even as the darkness falls
A wonderous formation of thought does call
Maybe your dreams may all come true
Some require effort – that’s down to you
Its a little thing…
Expectation
it starts with the little things
growing up as a kid,
you really want to ride the big dipper,
but end up on the small caterpillar ride instead
And you want the best of the ice-creams
you saved some space after lunch
but the outcome’s much smaller than the picture
those biscuits look like they’re munched
But the fellow behind this is not fickle
and he’s not as mean as he seems
though harsh it may seem at the start
he wants to fulfil your dreams
So that space in that tum is not full yet
there’s a place that is not out of reach
selling bonbons and fudge and candyfloss
that you enjoy walking down street towards the beach
When the weather is particularly choppy, I like to sit down in a nice comfy chair and enjoy a biscuit with a cup of hot chocolate. It reminds me a little of my youth, when I used to enjoy a cup with my little sister before bedtime. We still share the same enjoyment of the tasty warm cocoa drink, but now we share it with family and friends, in particular … my two nephews who like it as a treat just before their nanna and granddad tuck them into bed when they are visiting
The hot chocolate shop has many different flavours to go at. In the beginning, I’d go for the standard, no messing about, hot chocolate..70% Cocoa – Deep Chocolate Flavour. It would last me for two to three months, due to the size of the tin it was in. But since then, I’ve been introduced to a smorgasbord of chocolate flavours, everything from cherry to Rocky road (it’s got marshmallows in it) and orange to mint…most recently the creme brulee has had an outing…and I’ve really enjoyed it’s flavours of vanilla and caramel…when the nephews are coming round they like this too…but they also like the minted chocolate…that’s their favourite
Of course I sometimes enjoy a biscuit with my cocoa. So if I’m in the mood i will get a bag of cookies from the local supermarket…just as good as the ones you get from the coffee establishments…but cheap as chips if you happen to be passing the bakery section at just the right moment….at the moment I like the coconut based cookies…really soft and squishy…but lovely in a cup of orangey chocolate.
When I’m out with friends we often hit a particular well known cafe, the flavours might be limited but the number of flavoured syrups you can add more than makes up for it…it’s the place where I was introduced to minted hot chocolate, and I suppose you could say I got my love of the dark brown liquid gold.
Well, that’s enough from me, I’m going to get an early night , Taking a leaf from my Memory Workshop class which awaits in tomorrow afternoon…but before I do,
I’m going to take a biscuit for a paddle…
The sun has popped over the other side of the globe
As the moon watches on.
Its time for little ones to head off to bed
“I Wanna bedtime story!” says one little bear,
“I’m not sleepy!” says another
So, by the mouth of the cave – and snug as a bug
I tell them a tale, and watch them drift off on clouds to the land of nod
Two little bears, dreaming of adventures
that they’ll have when the sun pops up to say hello.
Till then – they’ll hibernate till morning.
Every four years, the torch guides the way
for sportsmen and women to come out and play
joining up countries, some new and some old
whos athletes are aiming for medals of gold
Created in Athens, the Olympian way
the Ancients in Athens, called out to say
we’ll meet you in Rio … now go tell them all
and out went the runners receiving the call
Flame passed between runners, across the sea
a symbol of hope for you and for me
passing through countries far and wide
spreading the nations Olympic pride
Through London and Paris in Olympic Squares
celebrations of the flame take place here and there
Passed along Spritely by the old and the new
As excitement builds … expectations do too
So, come on and watch, as the sun shines ahead
and cheer on the athletes who’s ambitions are fed
by support of the nations, supporting their team
Welcoming heroes …. fulfilling their dream
A poem from 2015….the first post of 2016
Happy new year, WordPressers!
The chocolate fell
at speed
into the vortex
of swirling
bubbling milk
Steam from
Frothy
Velvety Milk
rose delightfully
transporting
Orange Chocolate
scents
into the air
Rising like
bubbles
of Mississippi
Mud
Happy Hippopotamuses
Mused
Perfect end of the day
before hitting
Purple Pillows and
dreamspace
@
A piece of poetry written for Allpoetry.com by me
In a corner, on his cushion he sleeps
Rover, a dog who jumps and leaps.
He’s on a Canine stretch of joys,
A beach that’s full of bones and toys.
And whilst there he’ll have his fill,
of ham hocks whilst there’s time to kill.
And when he’s full he’ll fill his goal,
of landing bones in every hole.
When there’s nothing left to do
his choice of chew toys he will chew,
and balls and bones of rubber he’ll play,
until its time for the start of the day.
Just before daybreak, on the beach he’ll pick
an arboreal plaything, in form of a stick
One final run , to stretch his paws
and then he’s woken by ‘im indoors
but he wont be ever so glum,
when facing his breakfast of Pedigree Chum!
With me visiting hospital recently this poem brought back some memories!
I hit the pillow,
drift off to sleep
and then out of the window,
with bears do I leap.
Onto a ship on its way to the clouds
shiny and bright with its crew that are proud.
Off to a place, hidden behind stars
Sunnier than the Moon, Venus and Mars
And passing by Orion, he gives us a wave,
as he tells animals in th’sky to behave.
and we drift away to our place of reach
our dream location – a lovely beach
Honeycomb sands and lemonade seas,
lime drop palms and friendlier bees.
A place where its sunny, and never too hot
a place for a teddy bears picnic spot
