The Inkwell
#Dreams #Writeclub
Salford, 30th April 2020
Drifting into a lovely dream
resting on a hundred or more feathers and a few more bouncy springs
in time i’m picking toffee apples off a nearby tree, and
four and twenty cartoon animals are joining me
to have the wonder of all picnics
in time – i’ll be going back to the run-of-the-mill routine
not until the alarm bell
goes off beyond the garden
Salford 27th April 2020
#Napowrimo #writeclub #Dreams #Metaphor
The moon is a bright shiny Ten Pence piece
The sky is a furry dark blanket
The stars are little sequins reflecting on that blanket
The sea is a vast mirror, reflecting whats above
The Moon is a beacon for space travelling mice
The sky is the map they use to travel about
The stars are the destinations on that map
The sea the place they hide their spaceship
The moon lights up the sky at night
The sky keeps a kite up in flight
The stars play with the new thing in the sky
The sea watches on, and moves on by
Wednesday, 9th October 2019
#Space #Toys #Dreams #Octpowrimo
He always wanted to travel
Lego man living on the shelf
his greatest descent – not a fall from grace
but sent into flight from a feather duster
till one day he flew
onto a book that made his dreams
into reality (of sorts) – as he landed and
walked into a patchwork of stars
#freedomofexpression #Dream
Dreams – they form your life’s ambition
Resting as you do on your quilts position
Even as the darkness falls
A wonderous formation of thought does call
Maybe your dreams may all come true
Some require effort – that’s down to you
Friday 15th December 2017
Adventure can be
seen anywhere in the house by little
children, as they
elevate themselves one foot at a time to
nightime stories and
delightful dreams under the watch of their teddy bears
Salford 9th April 2017
a sweet poem for the color your world challenge by inkdropk
#poetry #confectionery #cyw #coloryourworld #cottoncandy #candyfloss
whispy wires of candy
softly rising into a soft tornado
gathering in pace as it goes
sensational sugar collides
against the tornado catcher
fallen to be reused again
whisps gather pace
collecting speed and sugar
as a sweet cirrus begins to grow
floating sweet dreams
fly high in the air
caught by the ice cream man
man looking in has to use great skill
to gather the coloured pink cloud
to create smiles on waiting faces
