The Inkwell#fowc #foam
Found
on the seaside
as the waves
make up something frothy on the shore
Floating
on top of your mocha
a mix of fluffy
milk clouds and a dash of cocoa
Freshly laid out for bedtime
on here you happily sleep
as it forms to you as part of your
mattress
#promptuarium
They said he was ferocious
and came out at night
while you were sleeping
to give you a fright
The thing is – the monster
lived underneath you
and was frightened of the noises
and snores that you blew
so he was real careful
and snuck down the the stairs
helping himself to apples
bananas and pears
and before you woke up
he was back in his place
enjoying his dinner
in his darkened space
#napowrimo #Cat
Coming out from his blanket each morning
and having a stretch by his bed
this little fellow wants to go for an explore,
Calling out, so you come down the stair
and zipping onto the grass without a care
the birds on the grassy lawn best beware
Rolling around the grass with glee
he’s having his fun – happy and free
till he ponders, whats for breakfast – or tea
Pops his head around the backdoor
and sits and looks by a dish on the floor
cleaning his nose – his paws and his teeth
and wondering – is it fish or beef ?
#cyw #seagreen
Moving about the warm florida seas
actively keeping the growth of the plants down
noshing on tasty delights found nestling
at the bottom of the sea
taking his time to
enjoy the various plants that
endure on the bottom of the sea bed
#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
The Inkwell