Character – The Inkwell

Throwing the dice

They say that cats are lucky

They say they’ll always thrive

They say they’re just like humans

with character and drive

one thing they don’t tell you

you’re happy to be alive

Playing cards with the reaper

as if you have the time

listening to the clock hand

or even the bells chime

wasting your life in a worry

should be considered a crime

III

Getting out when you can get about

Watching the dice as they land

Trying to avoid disappointment

if results are not what you planned

filling a space and enjoying it

and appreciated ? Grand!

Red Violet

#CYW #RedViolet

Sat on the park bench

In an effort to enjoy his sandwiches, Charlie brown

Reacts with a smile – to the girl who caught his

Eye….the girl with the red hair

Now – tomorrow – he might go over and talk to her

Frost

#weather #cold #frost

Frost

Father christmas had been and gone, his

reindeer now making a beat towards the stables

outside, in the dark –

someone was playing whilst others slept

taking water from the air and leaving patterns on everything he touched

On the farm

#Poetry #Farm #Animals

Another poem from yours truly using the Salt & Pepper Fonts

Doggies

Acrostic, by Inky – Font c/o Salt & Pepper Designs

The Iceberg

#writeclub #challenge

Its floating in the sea

like an unseen Bazooka

Shadows casting over

bright blue water

Birds sing out to

their fishing friends below

Careful all –

Its squeaky bum time!

But out there in the cold

This mountain of ice wails –

I ONLY WANT A HUG

Last tin on the shelf

#metaphor

a piece wrote as a response to a photo….gave it a little character.

Last tin on the shelf….Opened (Image : B.F.Kirkham)

Down a vast array of items
in the great festive sale
sits a lowly tin of peaches

bashed from the morning jostle
its label a little worn
it sits on the shelf – alone

this tin was never – ever
going to win the contest
for most delightful

its fellow tins were taken
some hours ago
in the rush before closing

and there’s no one to see
but the Frosty sour cream
in the Fridge in Aisle C

Moments tin wishes
he was back in the plant
opportunities here – scant

So the tin waits
for morning to come
and awaits delivery mans hum

Rex

Salford (via Manchester Museum), 20th June 2020

King of the Dinosaurs!

woken up by the sound of a wide brush,

and now sitting proud in a grand hall

towering over us all

while human children look and read,

what he liked, for a feed.

Talented

#Writeclub #Prompt #Object #Writing #Acrostic

The finely crafted fountain pen from France,

and his wood-turned friend from Ireland,

looked on in ultimate envy, for

even as they sat there, they could

never out-perform this mechanised workhorse

tripping out material from its masters mind

eventually, they’d be used – to sign a cheque or write a letter

destiny ? they only need look at their old chum the quill.

Artoo goes exploring

#Imagination #Character

Salford 27th May 2020

I’m guessing he got bored of listening to the hum of my TV

I’d cleared up the workspace, and used my desk cleaner – in the shape

of Starwars favourite, R2-D2 to clean up Hex, the laptop i write this blog on.

I headed off downstairs for a spot of dinner – and guess where i found him when i returned…..?

Talking to his chum (my coinbox) on the other side of the room…..