The Inkwell#fowc #comfort
Cold weather isn’t nice to be out in, so
on winter days, you’ll find me wrapped up with a
mug of warm hot chocolate in my paws and
furry slippers on my feet – while
outside its snowing and blowing a gale – i’m
reading a book inside, looking out of the window now and then
toasty and warm, away from the cold
Salford, 28th November 2020
I’m not feeling particularly festive at present.
Its Dark and cold outside, as the last of November’s nights draw in
and yes, that means, the run to the festive season has already started
Tomorrow – is “Advent Sunday”, and i’m guessing the advent calendars will be on the walls of every kid in the neighbourhood.
Of course, things are slightly different with a health lockdown in place.
They’ll be lighting the first of the Advent candles at church, but we’ll all be watching from the safety of our computer screens.
I just hope, we’ll either see little blister and the nephews in and around the lifting of lockdown, or we’ll have a “Spring Christmas” when it’s safe to do so.
Perhaps , its the lack of Tinsel and a Tree in the Front Room that’s causing my spot of melancholy…..
<HEX> HEY! – I WANNA SEE THE HOGFATHER!!!!
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(Seems my computer is getting in the Christmas spirit …..)
#Socs #Fridge
The seal popped
The jar opened
The flavours released
sweetened fruit held in suspension
spread over hot buttered toast
sensations – smell sight and taste – heightened
Warm strawberry tastes
Wild , sweet and welcoming
Tasted with every bite
The rest of the flavours – locked in the jar
kept in a place with the polar bears
for tomorrows crumpet feast
#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
Salford, 24th October 2020
#Socs #Milkshake
Maybe its the
illuminating colours i
like about them, but i
keep returning to the coffee shop
slurping them down and
having a marvellous time
allying icecream, banana, and the freshest milk
kept cold in an ice cold frosty refridgerator
enjoyable on any seasonal day
#Fowc #Cordial
Crafted from the finest grapes, raspberries and blackcurrants
Out of the copper kettle it came
Reinforced with herbs and spices , not forgetting the sugar
Drank in a ceramic mug
It’s something to be enjoyed either hot or cold, but
As its Autumn, and Winter is around the corner
Likelihood is you’ll be warming your fingers around the mug holding it
Salford, 28th August 2020
The bird’s seem to have got the message
The mercury is in retreat
A nip in the air – you’re feeling
As you’re heading down the street
Clouds of grey are gathering
waiting for their time
to sprinkle their raindrops down on the ground
blocking out the sunshine
And while cold air for autumn
seems to be the norm
our feathered friends have headed off
someplace tropical and warm
Don’t Fret though – as soon as the sunshine burns
those feathered friends, who flew off will return
land with little uns – who will have grew
onto a patch of green grass nearby you
#Morning #Battle #writeclub
Head stuck under the pillow
Feet reaching for the floor
Toes feeling the cold tingle of wood floor
and making a retreat for the duvet
Rumble of morning traffic
passing by the close by road
engaged in a battle to reach their destination
Formula 1 – but without the engine
Perhaps it was a good idea
Maybe it had to be done
But sticking your head under ice cold water
couldn’t be considered much fun
Salford, 20th January 2020
Bodies like mine, are like
a Barometer – they
react to extremes
of hot and cold – never
mind the big toe test when you
enter the water in the bath
the merest retreat of the mercury is
enough for me to seek out a cure for the
rheumatism in my back, knees, and ankles
#Writeclub #Iceberg
Iceberg
In the watery depths – it waits
Cold hearted assassin
Engaging its prey
Boats don’t stand a chance…
Even when clad with mighty armour – They’re
Rounded up as they try to escape – and attacked,
Grounded – or Sunk
If wide eyed
Captains don’t open their
Eyes – the crew they work with will get a surprise
Being jostled by the giant of frozen ice
Engaging a giant ? the boat pays a price
Rocking the boat or bashing its hull
Gushing in seawater till the hull , it is full
