The Inkwell
Each line of the elephant’s hide
like its mum and dad before it, has been well earned
each wrinkle in the trunk
positioned from moving fallen trees and
hosing down his brothers and sisters
at the jungle watering hole
now – when you catch his eye – he’ll observe you closely
that’s collected wisdom collected in every wrinkle and ripple
In response to the Colour your world challenge
Something caught you
unawares
red tinge around your cheeks
perhaps you weren’t expecting it
rosy complexion brought to your face
its not embarrassment –
somethings just made your heartbeat
elevate that little bit quicker
Salford 29th July 2019
#Weather #Seasons #Summer #Acrostic
Summer sees me ignore the cirrus and and stratus
Taking in the rays peering through summers marshmallows
Reality is – something’s been smiling floating in the air
A smiling cloud, happy in the blue
Tears ? not today…and when Ra gets a little bit to fierce
A fluffy cloud and his chums are there to provide a bit of cover
Salford 17th March 2018
Another day goes by
Another crease forms on the face
A new laughter line joins by the eye
Age they say is a concept
You can be young – even after fifty,
Experts say (at the age of thirty)
I smile at that assertion
as i look at next doors pug – wrinkly and ruffled
Old age hasn’t bothered him – he still chases around the garden
