The Inkwell
#Writephoto #Dance
#Weather #Lockdown #Poetry
The idea : imagine it snows constantly for 30 years – and then it stops…..
Strange….the snowflakes aren’t falling today
no more than a mouse has come
out to the house
where i live
Mum and dad are at our kid’s
so i’m sat under a rug
watching BBC News
all nice and snug
Wireless classics from out on the stage
and comedy recordings for a digital age
kept me occupied and going
off the page
But its starting to melt,
the snow and the ice
with the thermometer rising
its feeling quite nice
Need a shovel – not a boat
but i’ll be wearing my big coat
as to the shop i go
dressed like an eskimo
Salford 30th April 2020
They come back every spring time
when the mercury starts to rise
taking up a home in the trees
giving passers by a surprise
Two birds sitting in their nest
wait till little uns do arrive
then mum and dad will feed them
so the little uns do thrive
And each morning when the suns up
Mum (or Dad) does hop
out of their green leaved little home
on a journey to the shops
Returning with some corn or wheat
or maybe a worm or a bug
to feed up the little birdies
in the nest all nice and snug
But like all little children
they grow up and explore
so don’t be surprised, if in morning you rise
and find the kids next door
#Napowrimo #Inthefridge
Salford. 8th April 2020
A tale of an ice cube in Summer, by Inky
An ice cube took a holiday
from the freezer he was in
took a trip to warmer times
enjoying with a grin
He sat on a place by some fruit
just by the processed meat
and began to drip on his saucer
staying together – a bit of a feat
Avoiding the butter and onions
he waited in his pool
dripping away in the fridge
while others thought it cool
but then oh what a great big show,
as into a jug he did go
joining the fruit and ice cubes in the pool
keeping the humans lovely and cool
Salford, 31st March 2020
A poem on the sun going down by inky – its been published by Forward Poetry, appeared on Luna’s blog at Lunatheblog.com and now its back home – enjoy the read………
The pebbles on the shore
were picked up and stacked
for skimming on the sea
Stacked with care
Precariously balanced
The wind made them wobble
The sun watched as
it created shadowy silhouettes
around the sandy shore
Till the tide began to turn
and the stack on the shore
alerted the little ones
The pebbles on the shore
told the children playing on the sand
it was time to go for dinner
#ice #snow #winter
Early morning wake up call
the winds are bawling
“Jack frosts been calling”
Dancing with the frost fairies
all across the land
And underfoot, the fallen leaves
have hardened up and stood their ground
deciding not to be pushed around
defiantly cracking as you tread
a sign they’re sleeping – and not dead.
The crunch of frosted grass – like ice
is enough for some to think twice
for as you make your way to your house
creeping into warm like a church mouse
in a nest under tiles, their covered up thrice
Salford, 23rd November 2019
#Autumn #Signal #Nature #Frost #Ice
The weather’s changing, so I created this colourful arty piece with bits from an old notebook….enjoy the read
Words by inky, Font type : Deathfromabove – Link – HERE
As the Mercury retreats towards its bulb, i’ll be creating more of these.
#CYW #Chestnut
6th November 2019
Coming from two trees that hold its name
Horse and Sweet varieties exist
Each Autumn kids can be found playing games with conkers
Sweet fare created from the conkers sibling
Tartlets and pies and they’re even used at the Christmas table
Note however – you can’t eat the conker
Unless of course – you happen to be a squirrel
Though its easier if you find one – to plant it for a new tree.
Announcing the arrival of autumn
under and around each branch of the trees
the keeper of the trees, mother earth has been busy
undertaking her role of changing the colours
making colourful patterns for people to look at
note, the noise that they make – mother earth has done that too!
