Category Archives: Poetry

Red Orange

#CYW #RedOrange

Autumn Leaves Cutout, Created by Inky

I’d call it the colour of autumn

a sign from the leaves on the trees

that winter is on its way

the mercury is retreating ,

and something a little colder is replacing

the warm colours

its pleasing to the eye

for it is the last we’ll see of the deciduous leaves

till spring

Christmas day

waiting was a bit of a chore

As rooms were decorated

And brightly coloured trees

Waited

For Christmas presents to be placed

At their feet

Church bells rang out

For the saviours birthday

While a host of beasts

Were prepared for a festive feast

Sweet treats

Hanging from the tree

Sweet as the pudding

Served after tea

The Lancashire Elf

The Lancashire Elf

A Christmas Tale for readers of the Inkwell

Happy Christmas Everybody! Inky.

An Elf

Up there in Lapland,
where its Christmas all day
a strange kind of elf,
has decided to play

Santa’s perplexed, as he’s really quite tall
but the other elves round him are having a ball!
When reaching up high, they call for his aid,
and putting toys on high shelves, he’s made the grade

He’s good for woodturning and chopping down wood
and making new toys ? He’s really quite good.
foreman found him in th’forest – and he said he’s for hire
– he comes from a forest – called “Lanky – Shire”

The other elves love him, they think that he’s grand
as their big pal “lanky” gives everyone a hand
and its not just toymaking skills that he’s got
he’s cooking up dinner – he calls it “Hotpot”

And come Christmas eve when the elves they do pack,
“lanky” is there to fill Santa Claus’s sack
This great big elf, makes every kid smile
as he helps dear old Santa go the extra mile

Minimum/Maximum

#Socs #Mini #Maxi

Two bears talking to a Lego Man…..

Up on a shelf i spotted a conversation taking place

my little lego man talking to one of my model bears

compared to some of my other old bears – he’s the smallest

but compared to the lego men – he’s huge 🙂

Fortunately, the lego man sits on a spot where he won’t go to pieces

Sat by a soldier in his guards post, where he’s watching the airfix planes 🙂

Spaceman and Grenadier

Roolz

#Poetry #Writeclub #Rules #School

Stop Fidgeting, keep hands on the table
then pick up the pencil and solve if you’re able
the exercise given on the chalk board
and follow the teachers instructions to the horde
Treat your books with respect – and you will pass
don’t scribble or leave them lying on the grass
lose them and your folks will be paying a fee
and that will upset them – im sure you’ll agree
Listen to the masters, don’t yell or talk
or heading your way, a piece of chalk
Don’t use the paper for summat to throw
for if you do outside the door you will go
Acting like banshees in the playground again
or fighting will find you standing in rain
Running down corridors – you might slip or fall
or finding your self stood silent by a wall
Educations important – mum and dad say,
but when sun is fine – the kids wan’t to play
With all these rules – the kids start to cuss
it’s a wonder why we turn up for the annual fuss?

Urban Archaeology

I

MMXX

a tie to the past

using an old numerical system

to tell you the year

and maybe the time

II

On a mission to bring Modernity

the diggers uncovered Tesserae

made from local clay

as architects called the uni

and builders downed tools for the day

III

They found some old spearheads, made by a legionnaire

and a clasp of a broach of a resident there

they said it were roman, as they found roman gold

and deduced they were at a market – where things were sold

IV

But as they kept looking – more modern things

were found by the roman antquities in the wings

Some shillings, and marble, a hammer, a thimble

found by a digger, who was quite nimble

V

And while the roman stuff goes to the big place

holding dinosaurs and plates

the modern stuff is staying in a place by the gates

so the people can see what was held in the ground

and the story of the objects that were found all around.