Outside and inside


I
It’s been warm the past few days

the mercury rising in the kitchen thermometer

but apart from an hour and occasional shower

the only thing to see outside

are the feathered friends who in air have flied


II
The stone guards are drenched

out in the backyard

Life of a garden fairy

at the moment – is hard

a lake is forming by the rocks

and drenching their once perfect locks 


III
And out in the garden the insects are about

with cascading rain – they’re being caught out

emergency mission – fishing them from the drink

before into deep water – they begin to sink

each beetle and ladybird fished from the rain

and put someplace safe – away from the drain.

Icebergs

#Writeclub #Poetry #Icebergs

2nd November 2020

A piece written for the online writeclub on something a little frosty, but even they have a bit of character!

They’re floating in the sea

like unseen Bazookas

Their glacial shadows casting

over the cold blue water

as the fleet of little boats

navigate around them

Birds sing out a warning to

their fisherman friends below

Careful dear friends – its squeeky bum time!

but out in the depths – the ice mountains wail

their triangular forms weighed down in discombobulation

Its lonely out here – we only want a hug!

Interruption

#Television #Technology #Nature #Birds #Art #octpowrimo

Digital Telly was never supposed to be like this

with the computer looking after the signal

it was supposed to be clearer and sharper

with up to the minute relayed information

on your big screen TV

They never saw your aerial being used as a perching post…..

Lockdown – an acrostic

#acrostic #lockdown

Magpies are having a field day

as the neighbourhood still sleeps

nipping on and off the rooftiles while

cats on the ground they creep

household activity – minimum

everyone’s taken to bed, for

somebody said there’s a lockdown, so

they’ve decided to rest their heads

even the stadiums are empty – no fans to follow the score

reality needs them return now – so the teams can hear them roar

Nesting

#octpowrimo #nesting

You would think they’d disappeared

occasional feathered bird flying past the window

up in the eaves and the guttering

note a rustling in the evergreens

occasionally, the dad bird flies out to pick out

worms from the grass, he’s

kitting out the family

nest while mum looks after the nest

of course, he’ll look after the nest

while mum pops out to the birdbath