The Inkwell#Morning #Battle #writeclub
Head stuck under the pillow
Feet reaching for the floor
Toes feeling the cold tingle of wood floor
and making a retreat for the duvet
Rumble of morning traffic
passing by the close by road
engaged in a battle to reach their destination
Formula 1 – but without the engine
Perhaps it was a good idea
Maybe it had to be done
But sticking your head under ice cold water
couldn’t be considered much fun
Salford 1st July 2020
#writeclub #monsters #poetry #kidspoetry
as part of my write club challenges, i wrote a piece about a “Monster” with claws and teeth and horns – more like a caterpillar with 100 Feet!
(Anyone with kids remember a Lotsa-Lotsa-Leggs ? 🙂 )
I know , you know its not halloween
but i’ve got to tell you about this thing i’ve seen
snaking round Salford’s streets
with over a hundred colourful feet
A fluffy centipede , orange fur, purple hair
grown ups walking past they stare
at multi coloured spikes on his back
they move on quickly – in case of attack
If they had thought – they’d would have seen
those spikes were just fur
he want’s something to munch on
to sleep and to purr
And who does he bump into ? – our neighbours cat
who gives him some room in the upstairs flat…
so before going to bed, he eats leaves and shoots
resting on a mat, his hundred or so boots
And during the dusk, you’ll see them both play
with a ball made of wool – in a particular way
playing under the moon and having some fun
and enjoying a nap – when the day has begun
Salford, Monday 4th May
It’s early morning, as i rise
and the street is busy to my surprise
for waking up the chorus (Dawn)
a pussy cat, a little forlorn
He’d spent his time, with his pals last night
playing around under the street lights
but now Ra is up, it has to be said
this furry old cat wants in for his bed
His stomach is full, thanks to a friend on the street
corned beef from a can – a most tasty treat
but his thoughts turned to breakfast, as on street he did play
so off to the garden , he began to make way
And up is his owner, so he’s through the back door
and slowly he goes off to his bed on the floor
so while humans are out, with meetings they keep
our furry old pussycat, is in bed, sound asleep
#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
The noble fish sat on my plate
hadn’t had a battering
it had been enjoying a bath like Cleopatra
getting all warm and tasty
Upon leaving the path it was
wrapped up in a coat of green
to enhance its wonderful flavour
and rested on a bed of buttery potato
And while it lay there in on the plate
lying in its luxury
a cohort of peas stood on a potato ridge
to keep it safe from wondering eyes
But alas all were devoured
in the haze of white and green
grappled apart by trident and sword
by the chef and his guests
“Depth”
Deep down on the sea bed
Eager crustaceans
Play cat and mouse with
The fishermen up above them, and
Hoping they avoid the fishermans traps as they
Scurry along the sandy sea bed
