The InkwellThe trees are bending
moving to a western tune
played by coming wind
rolling autumn leaves
around tarmac cul-de-sacs
to the alley’s end
follow the brown leaves
and you find them piled up high
by a pelican
some decide to rest
whilst others run the gauntlet
towards the river
final resting spot ?
answer to question – unclear
floating down river
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 9th April
Like a Marshmallow
on a freshly brewed coffee
they float through the sky
Shifting slowly over rooftops
Drifting across morning
over field town and meadow
Swirling through the Morning Sky
moved by winds east and west
strings of candy coloured cloud move
Early morning Sun
Turns pastel blue into Sunrise yellow
As clouds travel toward the hills
Wisps of Water
Moving across Manchester
Heading for Hilltops
They pulled the plug
took its power away
all communication
stopped
Now floating in space
a toy for the little green men
floating in space
with little to do
Salford , 2nd March 2018
A whole host of clouds float in
blue skies
over your head
very interesting to look at, but
expect some water to fall if any turn grey
Salford, 3rd February 2018
Detritus floating en-masse down the ship canal
Readily aided by the boats and the water
Is floating aimlessly towards the basin gates
Full stop only happening upon hitting the booms where each stick gangs
Together forming a pretty pattern on the
Waters surface
Overjoyed geese, plunder the booty, piling
One large stick on top of another till a safe place for eggs has been built, whilst
Downstream, a boat with a foriegn name (and crane) is coming to pick up the leftovers
Salford 6th January 2017
In response to the daily post prompt Float
A tale of a Rubber Duck Race down the River Irwell in Salford, Lancashire.
There was pandemonium
at the rubber duck factory
as ten thousand streetwise ducks
waddled out of the city
They moved down the irwell
passing the boats
avoiding the locks
and staying afloat
Cows in the cowshed , watched somewhat bemused
and captains of small boats looked somewhat confused
as geese and their brethren all went amuck
following the trail of a little yellow duck
Led by their leaders, of United Red and City blue
passing under bridges and past an audience too
divided in a moment, by a Liverpool ferry
but meeting in middle – and still keeping merry
In the end after journey , down canal they all flocked
meeting at gateway at Mode Wheel Lock
and first one in net, out of water they rised
and their owner received, a very special prize.
A response to the prompt
Clouds
I saw you floating,
towards your goal in
the sky of blue
Fluffy white marshmallow
up in the sky above
where are you going?
creamy topped wisps
of milky coloured cloud
wait for the wind
nimble little things
accumulate
to form giants
of summer skies
and the cricketers await
your assistance
controlling the corona
of the nearby sun
Whilst others wait
for you to simply
melt away
