The Inkwell#winter #roads #water
With the arrival of winter
the tarmac on the road has retreated
and replaced by the snow and rain
the car drivers loss ? dodging potholes
are the sparrows and seagulls gain
for as its not as cold as previous ones
they’re dropping in from the roofs for a dip
before heading into nearby trees and shrubs
on an impromptu shopping trip
#writeclub #freezing
If you think you’re feeling cold today
count yourself lucky
you could be a bird
hanging about in the winter time
tending to its clutch of eggs
while cold winds from the north
blow through the trees
that said, you could be a fish
down in the water of the darkest sea
the ice might be on the surface
cold and bright white
but its perishing below
you could be a vegetable
freshly picked today
and put in a bag with others
before you can get away
then stored in a great big chiller
with the door closed behind you with ease
its a hardlife, living as it does
as a garden pea.
#Poetry #Flight #writeclub
like a host of enthusiastic raindrops
passing the window with colour
like an apple and pear
racing to reach the grass below
like that fruit
falling into a copper pan and resting on a pie crust
like a host of travelling blossoms
moved along by the wind
like a worm dropping
from a newly owned nest
like a bird hopping off a roof
to catch that worm
like a suitcase on a travelator
on a brand new expedition
like a new adventure
under sunny skies, off across the sands
#promptuarium #octpowrimo
I often see Robins at this time of year, but this explains their disappearance into the trees in my garden!
Hello there, its me again
in the hunt for a big juicy worm in your garden
don’t think i’ll be leaving the tree branch just yet though
i’m avoiding your
next door neighbours cat – i’ve
got no appetite to be somebody else’s lunch
#Art #Stained Glass #Marble
The hot molten glass
found its way around each
leaden nook and cranny
not what you would call
your average coloured glass
tones mingled past lead
colours falling through
the cut panels of crystal
painting floor patterns
Movement by Sunshine
makes the bird in the wired glass
look as it takes off
#CFFC #Pink
It’s hidden away
the muncher of the grass clippings
but easily spotted
if you know where to look
The Acer and the conifers smile
as the backyard waste control
engages with the garden ornaments
in a game of hide and seek
Garden Fairies Giggle
as his strawberry coloured hat
tells every bird and squirrel
exactly where he is
But One day – what’s this?
He seems to have disappeared
Wondering beyond the rock garden
That’s weird.
He’s been emptied out
by the big white van
to turn the clippings to biofuel
that’s the plan.
#napowrimo #acrostic
Positioned on the top of the neighbours roof
every day they
rest their talons on an aerial or tile
closely observing what the
humans have left for them
excitedly, they spot the bright yellow kernels
divebombing the position where they’ve been left
Napowrimo day 17
Feast your eyes, while I tell you a tale
While we’ve all been indoors, the birds without fail
Have landed en-masse in the public squares
And landing on rooftops without a care
There once was an answer, keeping birds in check
But till he returns, theyve darned us to heck
Leaving a real mess out on the street
Leaving the cleaners a challenging feat
They say if he comes back, the pigeons will flee
But till then, they sit on rooftops with glee
So look up at the skies, as he returns with stealth
On a mission to improve the citizens health
,
#poetry #birds #robin
You can’t miss this happy chappie
perched as he is on the nearest bit of wood
with his reddish hues he’s clear to see
and yet very few get close
for he guards his spot twenty four-seven
hopping and landing on the green lawn
to grab an early worm
#cyw #scarlet #Reds
Sat perched outside in the garden, it was
Clear to most of the nested tenants – you were new
As with your bright red feathers – you
Really attracted attention, from felines and twitchers alike
Luckily for you, your new home is much like your old
Elevated and lofty, and out of
The reach of the most determined cat
The Inkwell