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The Tourist

#Alien #Scifi

Salford, 9th July 2020

He arrived with his family by local craft

having been given a special pass by the men in black

heading into the town, they hit the town running

his wife wanted to buy a hat, his lad a sport shirt he’d heard about

“The Bradford Bulls” – were now his team – said his lad

Local’s helpful – and trying to be nice in the restaurant

Strictly vegetarian main meals – salad and vegetable pasta

and Fruity puds for afters

Watched a match at old trafford, and Highlights on TV

no seeing red on Black and White…..

Tomorrow they’re off to the Lakes

so don’t call the fire brigade – those lights in the sky

it’s only the aliens heading back to their hotel……

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Colours Growing up Poetry writing

Kaleidoscope

Salford, 7th June 2020

#Colours #WWP #Prompt #Kaleidoscope #Patterns

Fun and games from Make Kids Crafts.Com

Cascade of Colour

Created from Mirrors and Plastic

Contained in a Metal Tube

Turn the tube and watch

as patterns appear like magic

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Nature Poetry Weather writing

Another Oulipo

Re-write of Louis Macneice’s poem “Snow” with the N+7 rule

Here’s the Original poem


And here’s my response after replacing all the nouns with seven nouns ahead, following the Oulipo rules

Once again i did the rewrite using Longmans Pocket Dictionary as my source for words in the new poem

I call it “Decadent Shipwreck

The rosary was suddenly rich and the great beach-head was

Spawning Snuff and Pink Rosewood against it

Soundlessly Collateral and incompatible

Wrack is suddener than we fancy it

Wrack is crazier and more of it than we think

Incorrigably Plywood, I peel and portion

a tannoy, Spit the pippins, and feel

the drunkenness of thistles being various

And the firebug flames with a bubbling soundtrack for wrack

Is more spiteful and gay than one supposes

On the tool, On the eyeglass, On the Earlybird in the pans of ones Handhold

There is more than glassworks tween the snuff and the rosewoods

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Art Arts Freedom of Expression Poetry writing

Creativity

#freedomofexpression #iscriblr

painting of a harbour on an island. Crete. source: Brian F Kirkham

Creativity

reality is – its your own

expression – you can do it through

a range of forms – music, dance, photography, or art

the choice is really down to you

if you want to make something – do it

versatility is the name of the game

indeed, what you make could be read, listened to, watched or eaten

there’s a host of things you could do to showcase your talent

you never know, if you don’t give it a try

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Birds Life Nature Outdoors writing

Hotel for the birds

Salford, 23rd March 2019

Modified from an instagram post i posted this morning,

When i wake up

What do i see, beyond the works of

Writing on my desk ?

Wide, are the curtains flung – from

West to east – bringing light to the painted

walls where i do most of my scribbling

Marshmallow pillows float

softly in Salford Skies as

flocks of feathered friends

return from their alfresco restaurant, to

five star accommodation – peering across towards my way

as they enjoy the view.

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Character Poetry Weather writing

Intruders

Salford, 21st December 2018

Melanie looked at the living room carpet

Enveloped by four soggy footprints

Local law enforcement scoured the area, but

Terrible thing was … they couldn’t find the culprits

Even the footprints outside could be found , it’s like they

Disappeared in the snow ❄️

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Food Pleasures writing

Almond and Raspberry Bake

#Threewords #Food #Baking

8th September 2018

I was never a fan of almonds as a child

come to think of it – i never liked any nut if it was still in its shell.

it might have had something to do with the way you could never break them open

after the joys of unwrapping presents and the christmas lunch there was always the pain of cracking them open with a small hammer

and the feel of shards of broken shell inside your mouth.

So i avoided them in my youth – picking them out of my portions of fruitcake, watching what kind of fudge i was eating – that kind of thing.

Marzipan was public enemy No 1

even the favorite chinese was scrutinised for the phrase “May contain Nuts”

funny thing was i’d eat everything else – even chillis in a curry.

Till one day coming home from college – i’d entered a cafeteria nearby for a warm drink before catching the tram home.  I liked the look of the cake in the display so i ordered a piece….”Almond and Raspberry Bake ?” – The chef asked

Errr…”Yes Please”….I Paused….”Just a small slice”

My mind got transported to being ten again. I’d just ordered edible dynamite.

The hot chocolate wafted under my nose….I couldn’t leave it

I broke off a bit with the fork and swiftly started to eat,

It was different to my childhood memory – not grainy or sharp – and what’s more – it was sweet….with the raspberry jam, it was like eating a raspberry sponge…and it made the hot chocolate taste nicer in a way

By the time i’d finished my drink – the plate in front of me was empty

The edible dynamite – hadn’t exploded

So i paid my bill – and decided to celebrate

“Can i have another slice of that – for the way home please ?”

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Garden Memories Prose writing

Off on a walk

#promptuarium #prose #inkdropk

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Took myself on a walk – to remember

happy times, when a group of us

went a wondering to places far and wide

places planned, and journeys grand

remembering a mate, and wondering why

it was far too early to say goodbye

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Acrostic Learning Life Poetry writing

Study

A few thoughts by inky on todays daily prompt

Study

Sat in a room, lined with literary works

The lad peers through his assessment

Understandably, he might not produce the works of Keats this evening, but with

Dutiful observance, and conscientious research – he might just do well at his

Year Tutors Assessment of his work

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Learning writing

Ink

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#CFFC #LetterI

We start with the title of this website for this challenge – the #inkwell composed by your host #Inkdrop

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Now some of you might not have read my explanation of my pen name.  I was handed my first fountain pen at the tender age of ten.  Just before my entry into the big wide jungle known as high school.  I dabbled with the fountain pen all for five years in an attempt to improve my handwriting, positives – it kinda worked, it also got me noticed by the young ladies in the common room