Colours Poetry

Burnt Sienna

Salford, 15th September

#CYW #BurntSienna

I recall a leather chair

the smell of it as I sat in it in the morning

it’s sound as I got my back into its folds

it squeaked – like a mouse looking for food

Looking out beyond the glass

in a warm seat

looking out for snowmen

beyond the garden fence

Sitting there quietly

watching the snowflakes

fall to the ground

whilst warming my hands on a hot mug

Photography Poetry


#CFFC #Wood

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A poem by Milligan, I might have used artistic licence

A very high tree, ten foot tall

was chopped down to make some chairs

and I bought one

Now me, five foot seven

is 4 foot three when I sit down in it

did they really cut down a ten foot tree to make me look shorter ?

Outdoors Parks Poetry



in response to Stump

From an idea of Spike Milligan…hope he’s laughing up there

They chopped down a giant tree
And left its heart in the ground
The tree it didn’t complain
But for the thump there was no sound

They used its wood to make a chair
For an elevated man declared
Who was indeed a man of state
He thought the idea was great

So leaving behind the trees own stump
On a grand chair he rests his rump
But there is a problem with this seat he bought
It makes him look tremendously short

So question posed by poet is this
The kudos of grandeur? There’s something amiss
Why chop a king of the forest so tall
If it makes the great man look so small ?