The Lookout

Salford 11th January 2019

The street looks empty

as the curtains opened

to another day

But up in the tree

opposite the house, someone

feathered is watching

Keeping an eye out

for the dropping of breadcrumbs

In a neighbours backyard

Weathered

Another poem by inky

Salford (via Llandudno) , 11th January 2018

Weathered

I like the pebble beach at Llandudno.

each of those stones, has their own tale to tell

time taken over millions of years to form,

then broken up and shaped over another stretch of time

to create the many shapes that come together as a flat bed by the Irish Sea

great for skimming on the surface – if you can find just the right round ones

some of the cast are smooth to the touch and shiny as a button

but a word of caution – wear your shoes – some of these are sharp!

night skies

Thursday 6 December 2018

A rewrite of a poem i scribbled back in August 2010, the view inspired me to share it with you.

The moon plays hide and seek

as the air drops

casting a line of cloud

on the dark satin sheet of night

On occasion, peeking through 

the sheet of cloud he yells peek a boo

joining his neon friends, painting the night

shades of pink, yellow and white

as hours follow minutes as seconds pass by

and animals make noise on the land and the sky

as to this day, we bid a fond goodbye

Cedar

Salford 3rd December

A response to the daily challenge at Daily word prompt

 

Conquering the blue

Each one towering over the other to get to the clouds

Dynamic in their structure

As their red branches and green fronds

Rise high up in the sky

 

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Falling through the cracks

#octpowrimo #nature

Salford, 11th October 2018

It’s hard for a seed

To grow up in the big city

As it flies from its mum

And falls to the floor

Drifting in the wind

If lucky, it will land

Onto soft warm soil

But usually, it finds concrete

So it sleeps , and it grows

Fed by the rain

While it finds its own way

Through the sand and the drains

Popping up for sunshine

To the world saying hello

Don’t pull it from the pavement

For a bit, let it grow.

Here’s Another poem on a tree seed Helicopters, feel free to take a look and comment

Seasheep

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#octpowrimo #acrostic #seasheep #underwater

Something on the seabed

enjoys the fare the simple algae provide

as the sea grass grows under their feet

something like what you’d see on the moors enjoys a feast

hopping around the sea bed and

eating his greens…much like a similar beast

existing above the water

perhaps that’s why he’s got a similar name

Feathered Cacophony

Salford 26th September

What happens early morning…when someone’s been generous with the birdseed!

It begins quietly enough,

the graceful movement of flapping wings

stopping at an observation point

whilst they check out the opposition

The seed scatters , bouncing on the tarmac

and feathered friends, in an instant

become mortal enemies – as they nip and scratch and barge

to enable the best pickings

Noises increase from roof to tree

and Mums and dads say whats for tea

the little ones sit and wait

for something to fall on their dinner plate

Resident cats look from a distance

as the birds scrap on

unaware of

the dangers ahead

And with one sight of fur

feathers fly in a blur

as they think its best

to return to the nest

Tears of a cloud

mother nature announced

the end of summer

the winds went wild

and the clouds went through

a stream of emotion

anger and upset

lightning bolts thrown in major league tantrums

many of them sobbed

as their tears fell to the ground below