Character

The Rebel

Poetry, Schooldays

#Fowc #Rebel

Salford, 6th July 2019

the one everyone remembered at school

not breaking the rules, just bending them

wearing skirts just above regulation

and turning up just in time avoiding detention

her fellow classmates – adored her act

popularity in the school yard ? – an absolute fact

but the lad in the library – reading his books

was the one she was after – if only he looked.

Tale of a tower crane

Architecture, Buildings, Industrial, Poetry

Originally posted by Inky on Allpoetry.com

Now posted for your reading!   Enjoy

A Tower crane. on Salfords Trafford Road, the subject of this character piece
A Tower crane. on Salford’s Trafford Road, the subject of this character piece Created by Inky

Do you like building? well, I do! I’m stood amongst my creations, with my great arm, aloft in the air.  It’s a thankless task this job I do, but you’ll never hear me complain – oh, no, no, no.  You see, the ants down below are building something grand!  And although a pot of sand doesn’t weigh a lot for an ant, when there’s thirty or forty pots in just one bag – and there’s a big wooden palette of a thousand bags to be taken to the fifteenth floor, it can be a great strain on a whole host of ants.

And that’s where my friend’s the four-wheelers come in,  You see. The ants use the four-wheelers to move things around, FLT lifts things about whilst Dumper moves all sorts of things around the site, and Mix – well you should see her make concrete…and Digger is just the four wheeler for making holes

But they haven’t got a great arm like me…

So I help them, and they help me.

And that’s where my great arm comes in to play

You see, the four wheelers do great things but even FLT can only lift so high, so when I’m needed, I move things from east to west, and up and down.  It’s great fun watching the things move in the air.  I watch the things as they move with grace through the air.   Its like being a magician…one minute the bricks are here and the next, they are there!  One place to another – From A to B.  It’s all me.  I have lots of fun moving the sand and the bricks and the steel.

But, I have to be careful when I play my game of “Stack and Lift”, so I have a little ant to help me.  Each morning, he wakes me up. and when it’s time for me to do my thing, he directs to the next building blocks and tells me which ant or four wheeler I need to get them to.

And when the day is over, and the ants have left for the day, as the four wheelers sleep I stand and watch the lights cascading on the things I’ve helped to make.  Before its time for the lights to go out and for me to go to sleep, I watch the glow worms shine their lights about below.  It’s fun to watch them moving about but they’re not as pretty as the moon and stars beaming brightly above my head.

So I watch them for a while, and then I go to sleep,

with my great arm high in the air.

An ink explosion

Life, Media, Poetry

#octpowrimo #ifiwereyou

opinion is a wonderful thing

but after you’ve vented your spleen

across two pages of finest vellum

re read, recollect your thoughts, and rewrite

for once you’ve stuck it in the envelope

and it’s journeyed to the news paper

a different edition of who you are

will be plastered over the letters page

and though you won’t see them

all eyes will turn on you

Nose in a book 2

Poetry, Prose

#365writingprompts #reading

what makes me pick up a book

if this reads like a bit of a list, apologies

funny tales, interesting characters, a bit of a thread

tales I can return to….the jokes might be a bit old, but I can still get a laugh at them

evidence ?   Terry pratchetts troll sergeant…detritus,

<detritus> troll brains don’t work right in klatch….it’s the heat…if I went to klatch…I’d be really stoopid

<Vimes> detritus…

<detritus> yes sir ?

<Vimes> never go to klatch

 

 

 

Old Shoes

Character, Clothes, Poetry

Salford 23rd September 2018

I remember the day i first bought them,

fresh out of the box and smelling like they’d just come out of the factory

They fitted my feet nicely, but i’d been told i needed to break them in

so over the next few days – i wore them in the house

as i got the feel of them i took them down the Trafford Road

getting them wet in a Greater Manchester rain storm

being well waxed – it didnt effect them for a while

time however is a fickle thing – and my shoes have lost their hardened exterior

My slippers look on in envy, as my feet feel comfy in the broken down softness

wont be long before a trip to the shoe shop – and a rendezvous with the recycle bin

Scarecrow

Acrostic, Character, Poetry

#Poetry #Countryside #Character #Acrostic

A acrostic poem from my allpoetry profile – enjoy

Sat in the middle of the field
Carefully watching the seeds grow
A happy scarecrow
Regularly looks out for his owners crops
Each day he’s there – fooling the birds as his owner
Collects wheat and barley in
Rows around him – his reward ?
Our noble watchman recieves
When he’s stuffed with fresh cuttings from the harvest

Silouhette

Acrostic

Silhouette

Some call him a shadowy figure

If you look at the wall carefully enough and

Look, you may just recognise him

He definitely has a definable shape

Of course – you would have a problem catching the real him

Unless you find the door or window that’s casting his form

Even then – he may be standing far away

The Moon casting his form on the wall

Take a look behind you – there’s nobody there – he’s

Exited the room under cover of darkness