The InkwellWhat’s that noise
i hear coming from down the stair ?
someone will have do be aware
everyone knows it can’t be a bear
their sleeping on pillows or on nearest chair
so tip-toeing down stairs little toes do creep
to find their dad on the sofa sound asleep
#Fowc #Yarn
Salford, 2nd June 2020
You can make all kinds of garment from this
A Cardigan, a Hoodie, a Hat or a Scarf
Reaction to their creation – from the kids – a smile
Not forgetting the family cat who’s trying to catch the ball around the room
They say love is blind
but upon meeting in our garden
these two little birds
have set up house in a spruce by the lawn
and have had a little family
Jealous rivals
tried to evict
but the long wing
of avian justice
soon sent the magpies
packing
So the little bird family
have their worms and grubs for tea
and mum and dad give little ones
rudimentary lessons in
entering and exiting the new nest
Salford, 2nd May 2020
#SoCs
(based on washing gel instructions, but relayed to an infant)
Apply to hand, sponge or flannel
and massage into skin
turn it into froth on your
flannel or sponge but
don’t squirt it in the air,
or aim it at the walls
although its a nice colour
it’ll ruin the grouting – and lord knows
what your mum and dad will think if you
squirt it up on to the ceiling…..
don’t use it as a squirt gun at your little brother
it’ll just land you in a whole heap of mess….
never mind the flood you’ll leave on the floor….
and don’t forget to wash it all off!!!!
Salford, 31st March 2020
A poem on the sun going down by inky – its been published by Forward Poetry, appeared on Luna’s blog at Lunatheblog.com and now its back home – enjoy the read………
The pebbles on the shore
were picked up and stacked
for skimming on the sea
Stacked with care
Precariously balanced
The wind made them wobble
The sun watched as
it created shadowy silhouettes
around the sandy shore
Till the tide began to turn
and the stack on the shore
alerted the little ones
The pebbles on the shore
told the children playing on the sand
it was time to go for dinner
#FOWC #History
Heralds wrote tales down in books, while
in caves, our ancestors painted the tales on walls
some documenting the building of great monuments
then others, telling tales of the horrors of war
of course, the stories that remain are the ones in the books
retold by scholars for minds of a different age, and
yet – time passes by – and History moves forward
#poetry #learning #expectation
Salford 16th February
A piece on school visits
Three coaches rolled up in the car park
One blue, one black, one green
Passing auntie, the football and the shops
Traffic jams were no fun
Or Waiting for the man with the sign to
Pass go from stop
There were grumbles getting off the coach
Old Trafford exchanged for the war museum
Pupils listening to sir, bore on
The security …. more of the same, but
Out of a corner….a new name
Person from a new place….change of space
Tanks and planes…new things to see
Objects to touch….and all for free
People to tell tales of air land and sea
And your guide at the entrance is about the space
A person to turn to with a friendly face
Telling a tale of the car, plane and gun
Making your visit a bit more fun
#Fowc #Advance #Museums
A group of eager young minds
Dropped in on a historical building or two today
Very interested in taking in the displays
And getting a feel of some real items used of the time
Now , anyone could tell their enthusiasm was building as one or two led a
Charge up the stairwell –
Except for one thing – none of them knew their way around!
#fowc #basket
behind each little basket on Halloween night
a little munchkin , male or female, in a
spooky costume, and as the treats
keep on coming this receptacle
eventually fills all the way to the top
toffees, sweets and chocolates for spooky visitors
Salford, Thursday 24th October 2019
They’d spent days planning this
sourcing the location
and the straw to build
their balefire
The structure they said
would have to be sound
for the safety of little uns
watching around
so they stacked up the straw
and waited for dawn
before setting alight
the straw and the thorn
And whilst straw burned away
things glowed in the air
as rockets and whistlers
lit up the fair
