The Inkwell#CYW #Periwinkle
Dancing around in the lightest of breezes
bringing a spot of colour to parks and gardens
before the frost comes in
the ground you sit in determines your colour
sometimes you’re pink, sometimes you’re purple
but most of the time you’re as blue as the sky above you
and you shore up your fellow flowers
the daffodils and tulips keeping them standing tall
while the breeze of the wind goes through the park
#Socs #Collarsup
Considering its not the warmest
Outside, and it
Looks like autumnal weather is here
Like an old friend
Application of a Woollen Jumper or Scarf might be in order
Really good Duffelcoat or Waterproof to keep out the rain
Something tells me we’re going to need it
Until mother nature allows the mercury to rise – its best to
Prepare….stay indoors if you don’t have to go out – wrap up if you do
#CYW #Peach
Picked from the trees in the hills of Asia
each fruit furry to the touch
and juicy with every bite – just watch out for the stone in the middle
can be eaten on its own, or with custard or cream
hot out of the oven – its wonderful in a pie or a flan
13th September 2020
The picture says it all,
the mass of children, now grown up
outside a hostelry
The gents haven’t changed much
Though some have shot up in size
Dwarfing those who had to jump a little higher
The ladies in their grand attire
with every colour of the rainbow on show
something to brighten up an admirers eye
but making an appearance – that lad at the back
you havent seen in a while
the one with the wild and wacky hair
the one that made everybody smile
Note to the reader – No one was harmed in the creation of this poem 🙂
It seemed that all was looking well
as the bride made her way down the aisle
and the vows were said with grace
the decorations made the hall look swell
As her bridesmaids escorted her in style to a hall,
where food of Heston Blumenthal ,
was served up in a most grand place
on silver platters Wall to Wall.
All seemed well, till after the dance
and the cooks brought in the wedding cake
the hotel located by a railway line
All would be well, you would thought the chance
as an express went past the floor began to shake
and tiers of the cake, began to fall
they saved three tiers – but what of the rest? was it fine?
ask the page boys under the table where it sat by the wall
There’s a definite change in the air
although he’s there – you don’t see the sun as much
longer nights, shorter days
expect the palette on the trees to change
on the whole – there’s signs that winter is on her way
frosty mornings covering fallen autumn leaves
a mass of crispy leaves amass
under the trees that once held them
to the wildlife its a sign to check the supplies and get
under the covers till the arrival of spring
munching on supplies before drifting off to sleep
night owls staying by their nests
#writephoto #twilight
Sat on a bench
taking in the last of the sun’s daily allocation of rays
in that moment of time tween day and night
looking out for luna popping out from behind the marshmallows
lighting up the sky as ra dips below the horizon
Written for this week’s Photo Challenge from Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie. Photo credit: Aleksandar Pasaric on Pexels.com.
They Call it “Modern Living”
as they rise up to the sky
colourful boxes in formation
thirty or fourty miles high
You would definately call it colourful
You could also call it cosy
You could even call it sardine-like
as you give your neighbours a nosy
Some like the format of it all
as they talk to the neighbours ‘cross the way
but some don’t like the shadows
its night in the middle of the day
Balconies round a patch of green
which after sundown, isn’t often seen
watching the clouds pass in the sky
and seeing the odd bird fly by
A Knight rode fast through Lindos town
looking for a damsel in distress
alas he ended up wearing a frown
as dogged merchants in their dress,
elated to see him, selling their wares
emptying his pockets without any cares
so instead of a bed – he’s sleeping with his horses inth’ yard
resting his head on bales of straw hard
#Writeclub #Lockdown
Written by Inky on 25th August as part of a writeclub exercise.
They say its back to normal
no matter what the lab says
its time to get back to business
and money making ways
But walking round the lanes and streets
it seems the people that you meet
haven’t quite grabbed the ministers task
they’re walking around – still wearing a mask
And they’re calling the vollies, that mightiest of crews
to aid in a time, of the grimmest of news
but watch as the grimace begins to show
when co-ordinators all are told, sharply, no.
Perhaps they’ll find that antidote
and maybe they’ll think – next time they vote
for walking around with the bug in the air
instead of thinking of health – its piggybanks there
