The Inkwell
It’s just the thing on a winters morning
Noted for the quickness in its preparation
Some aficionados might complain its not “The real thing”
Though if you checked the ingredients
And looked – Milk, Sugar, Cocoa – its all there
Noses attracted by the Chocolatey waft
That travels through the house from the Kitchen
#wdys
Making the most of that precious
opportunity, when in the field
out of the last rays of sun, just before
nightfall – Luna makes an appearance
down below her – the children skip and jig
and above them – feathered friends flap excited as
night begins to fall
children will be called in as shades of red turn dark blue, so
enjoy the time in the long grass, they will
#TMP #Manoevres #Wildlife
The bulb in the thermometer
played a little trick
on those flying and scampering
over the gardens outside
By now they’d be hid in the nesting
or heading to warm places away
but till weather is a little bit colder
around the green grass they will stay
Too warm to just be nesting
but too cold to be hanging around
so they’re divebombing on the birdfeeders
while mice and squirrels are over the ground
#writeclub #winter
The crows sat atop the garden trees
looking for their friends
They’d hopped onto a thermal wind
headed for lands end
the pigeons were still sat about
on a gable end
but the other birds were hidden
on a greenish bend
for while the trees were caked with snow
and the winter wind did blow
the birds at home stayed in their nest
away from the most unwelcome guest
Problem is the guest – you could not see
and turned up unexpectedly
with his chums rain, sleet and snow
popping up to say “Hello!”
and while the guest blew up the snow
amounts of white stuff it did grow
so deep in the evergreen the birds all flew
while winter turned trees into an igloo.
#writeclub #freezing
If you think you’re feeling cold today
count yourself lucky
you could be a bird
hanging about in the winter time
tending to its clutch of eggs
while cold winds from the north
blow through the trees
that said, you could be a fish
down in the water of the darkest sea
the ice might be on the surface
cold and bright white
but its perishing below
you could be a vegetable
freshly picked today
and put in a bag with others
before you can get away
then stored in a great big chiller
with the door closed behind you with ease
its a hardlife, living as it does
as a garden pea.
#octpowrimo #soup #chicken
Its been cooking on the hob for a while now
blue gas flames keeping the cooking going
while the flavours mingle and merge
the star of the show has been bathing in a warm bath
while her co-stars have been cooking in the broth
carrots and onions, parsnip and turnip
together with the occasional green
regional variations see peppers and tomatoes
and perhaps the addition of garlic
(just don’t tell the seniors – that ain’t “northern”)
pearl barley or noodles give it bulk
served up in a bowl with warm crusty bread
a definite antidote to the retreating mercury
and the weather outside
#Writephoto #Emerging
Everybody – keep calm
may as it seen – it looks like a giant coming through the wall
every forester knows who it is – its Pan!
reviving the trees and preparing them for autumn
green grasses being pushed up by his fingers
it might come as a shock – but hes a busy guy this time of year
note how the seeds are opening up and falling to
ground ? Thats all down to him
#seasons #colours #change
Don’t be fooled by the mercury
the leaves on the trees have been
yelling it for a while now
Autumns on its way
the spring blossoms have
been carried away by the winds
as the colours of the leaves
signalled green to red
end of the summer fun?
mother nature says “Not quite yet”
thermometer mercury – high
coming from the west
a cooling breeze – ready
to whip up the fallen leaves
It’s that certain colour, that reminds you of your holidays
The colour of the sea at the certain time of day
up in the sky, when right foot dipped its toes to see if it was
ready to take a dip in the water, or
quench your thirst with a cool drink by the sands
under the water – the smallest of fishes circle your toes to say hello
out ahead – there’s great shoals – but this small shoals
intrigued by the sight of your feet
so you follow them into the warm blue green
enjoying watching them nibble at your feet – it tickles!
Summer feast by KM Neumann – Original poem can be found at poetrysoup.com
Secret rendezvous in the wooden tremeloes
dripping with soft morning diadem
Motifs giving rise to mounting desire
Oaths seeding ligntning and naked cadent
pining for confessors of passion and pleasure
nautilus knows best how to refuse souffle
in bedlam with soft underpass and cantilever
Basic instinct – foundations for growth
an Octane of lower class, patient and kind
drizzle for sherpa, peculiar and shelves
Sump stove surfing a shortcut return
bead hydrant full of mandacity and reformation
The Inkwell