The Inkwell
#Dreams #Writeclub
Salford, 30th April 2020
Drifting into a lovely dream
resting on a hundred or more feathers and a few more bouncy springs
in time i’m picking toffee apples off a nearby tree, and
four and twenty cartoon animals are joining me
to have the wonder of all picnics
in time – i’ll be going back to the run-of-the-mill routine
not until the alarm bell
goes off beyond the garden
Salford (Via Llandudno) , 31st March 2020
A tale of Goats in the welsh town of Llandudno, written by inky,
inspired by an ITV News article :
The Goats are taking over
and they’re heading into town
they’re happy to play, no-one to chase them away
for their shepherd’s gone to ground
The cars have abandoned the tarmac
so they’re running down the road
chomping on box wood and flowers
in their new abode
The goats are taking over
whilst the people are indoors
they’re coming down from the mountains
the pastures and the moors
The humans are all in their houses
so the goats have left hills for their tea
munching on grasses and heather around
as happy as can be on the ground
#Promptuarium #Hauntedgrove
Haunted forest ?
a likely story !
up till now – she’d believed the tales her brother told her
not realising ,
the creatures in their homes in the trees were
even more frightened of her – and in the
dark – it was just the forest creatures looking out
#Fowc #Ivory
An acrostic in response to fandangos one word challenge by Inky.
It’s found in various jungles,
very few animals don’t have it
often found in the mouth you see
really the hunters shouldn’t go after it – they would
yell the trees down if the animals went after theirs
#FFFC
The humans moved out of this place
They used to make things here
Things that moved
Things that travelled
A few returned,
leaving their mark
Adding a spot of colour
to desolate walls
Mother nature spotted
the empty space
and send out a message
via the western wind
Soon up in the girders,
feathered builders of craft,
making homes in foundations
in steels for and aft
#FOWC
Pull up a chair, take in a show
As you watch a tale, read to little ones at
Night-time,
There’s a range of characters
On the stage, in bright coloured attire
Making Mirth , for your entertainment
If you’re lucky – they’ll be a
Musical number or maybe magic tricks and
Everyone enjoys the antics of the panto animals
The deceased lay prone
Where it sent a message from beyond the skirting board
Everyone was surprised to find feathers,
Expecting to see a more furry resident in the gap
The only question…how did it get there?
In the corner, el gato sat innocent
Not saying a word, the
Goldfish kept a nervous silence
#fowc #corpse #inkdropk
A Striped Tale…..or is that a Tail ?
What’s Black and white and Red all over ? a sunburnt Zebra! (sic)
When ever I think about an animal with Stripes, I always think about two particular animals….the tiger and the zebra
The tiger is Orange and Black (or is that black and orange ?) whilst the Zebra is Black and White (or is that white and black?). Both hide in the Undergrowth for protection using this camouflage
Now while I’ve only ever seen these two animals at the Zoo, there is a stripey animal who is quite happy to be living around you and I. I am referring to your tabby variety of pussy cat
Just remember to treat it right – or its ancestral character will come right out!
Salford 19th June 2018
#life #travel #sunrise #breakfast #morning
I woke up early this morning, the local wildlife were up with the sun. I’m unaware of what they were discussing….probably breakfast, or maybe football ⚽️ . If anybody knows what rooks , blackbirds, song thrushes, and pigeons talk about over breakfast…please let me know
I spotted two aircraft travelling over the skies of Salford this morning. Don’t know where they were going, but I’m sure it was some place nice and hot. Sun is slowly making its way above the horizon in the east, soon it will be bright and sunny
The soft rolling traffic from the early morning Trafford road makes a somewhat pleasant accompaniment to the sound of the ticking clock. But in what’s now known as a twenty four hour society/world , there’s always deliveries to be made, early morning jobs to get to and work to be done
There’s a break in the quiet rumble of the traffic, as a Motorcycle rider mistakes one of the carriageways for a stretch of the Isle of Man TT race course. It’s awoken the pigeons kipping in the eaves of the nearby apartment block.
Another trail of white crosses the Salford skies as the rumble of early morning traffic continues. The broadcasters will be preparing the news items for delivery about now, whilst out on the waterfront, as the deliveries come in and out of the factories of Trafford park, and noise from The Trafford road begins to grow, feathered residents of the nearby basins are flexing their webbed feet , attending to cygnets and goslings all and pondering the really important issues of the day,
What’s for breakfast ?
Salford, 4th February 2018
Singing it’s calls in the middle of the night
A black cat appears with four paws white
Out of the cover he pops up his head
Skipping into garden, waiting to be fed
Wailing kept silent, for his owner still sleeps
So round garden with mouse, he gently creeps
