#Light #Nature
Its the thing that brightens up your day
without it – your mood would be pretty dark
as flowers fruit and vegetation
would sleep on down in the ground
It’s the deliverer of colour
bringing shades of blue to the sky
occasionally bringing colour
in the form of a rainbow
And how many stars in the night sky
create the patterns above your head
with a lightshow of colour
before you go to bed ?
Salford, 2nd March 2019
Winter wasn’t kind to our friend round the back
Who was anchored to the rocks by its roots
The evergreens kept a watchful eye
As it sat there dormant in the wind rain and snow
Till one day last week – a clarion call
from our feathered chums returning from their homes in the south
“Spring’s arriving, the sun’s getting warmer”
and our little plant from the far east
began to wake up – and grow its buds
The birds they all cheered – and the wildlife revered
For as they did cheep – out of slumber the maple creeped
Salford 1st March
Like a bullet
It flew down the street
Towards the other side of the dual carriageway and
The waterside
Local cats, couldn’t catch him
Even if they tried – he was too far up to reach
Before our feathered friend
Islands of Plenty – with seeds galore
Ready to be eaten by our feathered friend and his chums
Dropped on a patch of green
“Taking the rough with the smooth”
Raised impressions of copper coins
Out of the Aquarium, smooth glass beads fool the fish
Under the fingers, some textures provide something to hold on to
gritty sand , much like the coastal rock it came from and
Home to a variety of creatures, whose armour mirror their own.
“Move the Camera”
Its funny how a couple of steps, or a turn of the body can change the view of what you are capturing.
I was stood by the pontoon of the watersports centre on Salford Quays, when the Canada Geese came up the centenary walkway for their elevenses.
In they came one after the other, heading for a grassy spot by the pontoon where a water bailiff had generously left some bird food across it. They all ate like royalty, and then waddled back down the walkway to the watersports centre, where they hopped in and out of the canal basins
“Breaking the rule of thirds”
a thought from inky.
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
Another poem by inky
Salford (via Llandudno) , 11th January 2018
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!
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
