from inkdrop – poetry, places and events
A response to photo challenge #319 at mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com
Appearance of seven bright colours
Breaking through the skies leads to a
Chase through the streets by some in a
Desperate (or plain daft) attempt to grab
Elven, pixie or Leprechaun treasure
Fate decrees though, by the time the hunters
Get to their multi-coloured target , the treasure will
Have been moved…to another end of another rainbow.
#Coloryourworld #cyw #blues #periwinkle
Periwinkle – an acrostic by inkdrop for the coloryourworld challenge
Perhaps the most pastel of blues in the garden
every gardener worth his greenfingers knows you for your lavender flowers
reaching out to the morning light of the sun
if there was an apt description
when you’re seen waving in the garden air
it’s the sight of little blue fairies
navigating the gardener to your parent plant
keep looking! – they say, as
little children hunt around the garden border
expecting to see fairies dancing in the wind
#coloryourworld #cyw #shamrock
Salford 23rd February 2017
Lucky 🍀 Irish green
You spread good fortune 🔮
To all who find you
Is it fortune or chance
That besets your finder
Only time will tell
As they scour the fields
On search for your four leaves
In time for the football match
Taken from merchant ships, by
Rascals of the seven seas
Every pirate worth their salty sea legs
Admires the prize of jewels, silver and gold doubloons
Some keep their precious horde hidden
Under tropical sands , deserted shores – only
Revealed many moons later by a younger
Explorer, following the pirates charts and maps
Mighty mystical creature of folklore old
Your reputation goes before you
Terrorising the neighbourhoods in days of yore
Head of an eagle, body of a lion
Invincible in flight – no knight could catch you,
Capturer of any treasure hunter wanting to get your gold
Altai mountain kings regard you as their guard
Looking after jewels brought up from the caves
A tale of a Dragon, written by me for a contest in Allpoetry.com.
See that crack down on the ground ?
Quick – retreat – and don’t make a sound!
For underneath your step and leap,
a dragon lies – he’s fast asleep.
A rumble of traffic overhead
as he lies sleeping in his bed
dreaming of days long ago
flying over mountains covered in snow
Chasing the longboats of Viking hordes
taking trophies of shields and swords
with rumble of lorries – sometimes he wakes
and creates what the scholars calls – an earth quake
so careful where you step,
on that crack in the tiles
the dragons fire’s dormant…
(at least for a while!)
