The Inkwell
#promptuarium #picture #prompt
It hovered over the mountain
even on the sunniest of days
rainbows never ventured near
And rangers would keep a countin’
the numbers caught up in the loss of rays
as people would just disappear
Local ramblers stay on the ground
while trackers and huskies searched around
but apart from odd footprints – nothing to be found
Was something living up on that high ground
taking the climbers – without a sound ?
till they find out – they’re staying off that mound
Crafted from wisps of warm sugar
out of the machine it forms
taking the shape of a cloud
the cloud rises on the warm air
on some occasion, it has to be caught in the
nick of time, before it floats off on its own
Could there be a treat sweeter than this
as the candyman catches the cloud
numbers of children watch as its
delivered on the stick, all
yelling they want one – its such a sweet favorite
#Thoughts #Bubbles #Marshmallows #Clouds
Salford 9th July 2018
The light little cirrus and stratus
help themselves to their
own little place in the sky
until the cloud departs they’ll be overlooked by the
great thinker of the skies himself – cumulonimbus – who’s
happily floating over the air
thinking about their next destination
some might call them Marshmallows, others call them ‘thought stores’
