Tag: Cold

Poetry

Change in the weather

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

Tags Autumn, birds, Clouds, Cold, Flowers, Gardens, Grass, Grey, migration, Nests, Rain, Seasons, Sunshine, Trees, Warm, Weather, Winter

Poetry

Morning Battle

#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

Tags battle, Bed, Cold, Duvet, Engine, Floor, Getting up, ice, Lockdown poems, Morning, Sleeping, Traffic, Water, writeclub

Health Life Poetry

Barometer

Post author By inkdropk
Post date 20 Jul 2020
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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

Tags Barometer, Body, Cold, Hot, mercury, Poetry, Retreat, Rheumatism, rise, Thermometer

Acrostic Art Poetry

Iceberg

Post author By inkdropk
Post date 5 May 2020
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#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

Tags acrostic, Art, Boats, Cold, Frozen, Giant, Grounded, ice, Iceberg, Lockdown poems, Poetry, Prompt, Sea, Sunk, Surprise, Water, writeclub

Poetry

Stairs

Post author By inkdropk
Post date 15 Dec 2019
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#fowc #stairs

Stairs , Image by Inky

Some would say – ascending to new heights

travelling by foot between one floor and another

aiming to reach the other floor

in time for your central heating to kick in

relaxing in your cosy sitting spot and watching

snowflakes passing the bedroom window

Tags Bedroom, Cold, Floor, fowc, heating, Hot, Snowflakes, Stairs, Warmth, Window, Winter

Poetry Weather

Frosted

Post author By inkdropk
Post date 3 Dec 2019
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#Winter #Grass #frost #fowc

You could tell that winter was here

for each blade of grass

was sitting in the place it was rooted

unable to move – why ?

Tiny little ice crystals were holding them tight

only moving for the giant boot

coming across the field

Tags Cold, Crystals, fowc, Frost, ice, Poetry, Weather, Winter

Birds Poetry

Magpie

Post author By inkdropk
Post date 12 Nov 2019
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two magpies on a nearby roof

Making moves on a Salford rooftop

a magpie greets another –

getting comfy on a television aerial

perched as they are , on the corner of the building

it’s blustery and cold – so as soon as they’ve met – they

exit for a more sheltered position – under the cornices of a nearby building

Tags Aerial, Autumn, Balance, birds, building, Cold, Greet, Poetry, Seasons, Shelter, Windy, Winter

Food Poetry

Octpowrimo – Tasting

A response to Iscriblrs piece on taste….you’ll find that Here

Salty or Sour ?
Sweet or Sizzling Hot ?
Someone say…Is this strawberry sorbet ?

Someone says (Its Not!)

Tags Cold, Food, Iscriblr, octpowrimo, Salty, sizzling, Sorbet, Sour, Strawberry, Sweet, Tastes, Tasting

Poetry

COLD NIGHTS

Sunday 25 November 2018

It might seem a bit funny – but I’m starting to miss the warm weather

the sun and its friend, mercury seem to have beaten a retreat

nights are drawing in, and furthermore – so is the cold

looking out of the window, it doesn’t even look like night

but the sun has taken its leave – and outside its not bright

perhaps i should have appreciated it when it was in town

when people were sat on the beach – getting brown

For now , i’m not sat by the beach

The warmth has gone – its out of reach

So i’ll sit by the heater with reading planned

and a Mug of hot cocoa – ee thats grand!

Tags Cold, Dark, Night, Poetry, Seasons, Weather, Winter

Poetry

Preparation

The aviators are circling

Preparing for their next great journey

It was great the past few weeks

In the warmth of a summer sun

But now they’re circling

The skies again

Getting ready to head off

To a place where it’s a little bit warmer

The cats and dogs smile at the sight

As the feathered friends flock, and prepare to take flight

Tags birds, blogging101, Cold, Flight, Hot, migration, Winter