Heading for the warm

Poetry

#birds #nest #poetry

The mercury retreating was a sign

Restless mums and dads

Feeding their offspring

So flying lessons could begin

Up in the nest

They flapped their wings

Facing the worst

The weather could bring

And out from the nest

They jumped and they flapped

Heading for a tree

Their mum and dad mapped

Leaving the nest

For sunnier climbs

Hoping to return

After the winter time

night skies

Nature

Thursday 6 December 2018

A rewrite of a poem i scribbled back in August 2010, the view inspired me to share it with you.

The moon plays hide and seek

as the air drops

casting a line of cloud

on the dark satin sheet of night

On occasion, peeking through 

the sheet of cloud he yells peek a boo

joining his neon friends, painting the night

shades of pink, yellow and white

as hours follow minutes as seconds pass by

and animals make noise on the land and the sky

as to this day, we bid a fond goodbye

Darkness

Poetry

A winters afternoon in December 

Dropping temperatures are just the start of it

As soon as the sun begins to disappear past the horizon

Realisation kicks in pretty quickly

Krystalline structures are forming, as it seems the

North Pole has come to pay the area a visit

Everyone wrapped up in their fleeces and coats

Snowmen keeping watch under LED lighting as

Santa makes preparations for Christmas Eve via the stars

The Wall

Buildings, Poetry

Chapel Street, Salford 2018

They reclaimed the bricks and numbered each one

as the diggers did their thing

the builders saving a theatre wall

you could almost hear them sing

 

artwork by the cathedral doors

in colours you’d never expected before

bright neon on the way to town

spread across bricks orange/brown

 

numbers alive – a wonderful dream

a sight like Neapolitan ice – cream

and for four days – the bricks were talk of the town

before the builders tore them back down

First day of the countdown

Christmas

Salford, 1st december 2018

It’s that time of year again, boys and girls

Since a fortnight…. I’ve been putting it off, under the guise of the final days of the poppy celebration and little blisters birthday

However today marks the start of the Advent season, and if I’ve seen one Christmas advert I’ve seen hundreds.

Once again…it’ll be a low key affair. The elves, are currently floating around my sisters place, keeping an eye on my nephews…I’ll have to find something special to go with their regular pressies.

Bag O’Sweets

Poetry

Open up your bag and round

a quarter of sweets for half a pound a drumstick lolly that’s hard to beat lemon drops for a special treat chocolate footballs and fizzy drops the magic candy that fizzes and pops cola bottles and sherbet tubes candied shrimps and pineapple cubes Now , don’t eat them all now, they’re a treat, we agree but eat them all and you wont eat the fish and chips for your tea!

Masterpiece ii

Acrostic, Cooking, Food, Poetry

Masterpiece 

Made from the finest beef

And vegetables fresh from the north of england

Something stupendous has been prepared

Transforming the ingredients into something that

Excites the tastebuds, as meat and potato dance

Round the pan with carrots and leeks

Pepper, salt and herbs

In a tango to 

Excite the senses

Coming together on the plate…a dish

Everyone will enjoy

Steam Locomotive

A Poetry Response

Poetry

26th November 2018

I Composed this piece after reading fellow poet Luna’s Poem #93

You can find that piece here

Sent it to her first, then i thought i’d share it with the rest of you all…enjoy

If you want to comment, feel free to post – Inky.

Loco 673, a steam train at National Railway Museum, York
Loco 673, at National Railway Museum, York

I watched from the other platform
the girl with the not so happy smile
she let the express go by her
and was sat by the tracks for a while
sat on her own – as the trains went by
something began to question why?
so over the platform I started to walk
and sat by the platform – and the two of us talked