#birds #nest #poetry
The mercury retreating was a sign
Restless mums and dads
Feeding their offspring
So flying lessons could begin
Up in the nest
They flapped their wings
Facing the worst
The weather could bring
And out from the nest
They jumped and they flapped
Heading for a tree
Their mum and dad mapped
Leaving the nest
For sunnier climbs
Hoping to return
After the winter time
Salford 26th August 2017
The aviators are circling again
looking for a suitable place to rest
whilst the sun is high in a northern sky
Gliding from roof to roof
checking out the pickings
in lined up gardens
Unafraid and Unabashed
to businesses back yards they’ll pip
for some chucked out fish (or stray chips)
Or land in someones home back yard
looking in food bins for some fish from a tin
or filleted bones that’s been left there in
Crowds sit in seaside hotels
All in a state – the beach is closed because of winds
Local kids cant fly their kites, say the lifeguards
Making the kids unhappy
Cause of the distress ?
All due to tomorrows weather forecast,
Look up to the air, at the clear blue sky
Maybe they’ve got it wrong – stop fretting.
Cold air’s coming in from the sea
And they say it’s going to whip up some huge waves
Look at the sea tonight though – gently lapping at the shore
Moments of sheer peace as you sit watching the moon
Cheerful thing is – there’s still chance to fly
At the local park across the way
Lets not get distressed, we can return to the beach tomorrow
Maybe, we could have some pancakes on our way home
Mighty mystical creature of folklore old
Your reputation goes before you
Terrorising the neighbourhoods in days of yore
Head of an eagle, body of a lion
Invincible in flight – no knight could catch you,
Capturer of any treasure hunter wanting to get your gold
Altai mountain kings regard you as their guard
Looking after jewels brought up from the caves
31st October 2016
A poem for Halloween – written by yours truly.
Artwork composed using Colorfy
Old Moggy Mew
By Brian F Kirkham
Old Black cat sits on the broken stone step,
waiting for his owner to appear.
She’s taken to the air in flight
the midnight sky is clear.
And as the stars they move about
A feathered friend appears
An Owl coming from the above loft
“Hello, Cat” he cheers…
somethings brewing on the hill
the ghosts are gathering – feel the chill
moggy mew looks out into hallowed stars
and spots his owner from up there afar
she hovers down softly – and mew leaps on the broom
and with a twitch of the stock – it moves with a zoom
flying cross country and farm and on ranch
as mew holds on tight to the magical branch.
6th September 2016
The scene Blackpool promenade – a local fish and chip emporium
family of four – Mum,Dad and two boys eating , outside in the summer sun – what else but fish? – haddock and chips
the two lads are asked would they like an ice cream
they say yes – meanwhile in the distance a seagull is watching from a safe distance
One asks for Strawberry the other Vanilla – and the boys wait patiently for their ice creams to be delivered.
The Fish shops cat appears into the Blackpool sunshine, purring away in the hope for some scraps of fish. She follows the waitress, from just a few paces away, as the seagull makes its move. The seagull swoops in – and is stopped by the cat – just as the waitress delivers the ice creams
Chaos ensues, as the cat and seagull rumble for goodies under poor waitresses feet. The Ice Creams land off target and an odd plate of leftovers lands on the floor
Cue the owner – avec sweeping brush and an assistant with two more ice creams – on the house – Cut to a Cat with the spoils and the Seagull with the scraps.
dropped ice cream cone
in response to the prompt
Wind
A Blustery wind
on a stretch of sand
a perfect launchpad
to set off a kite
As it captures
the northern breeze
it rises high
and its tail follows
Watch as the wind
and the sun in the sky
paint colours down
on the seaside below
Twisting and turning
the kite ducks and dives
using the wind
to stay alive
Other Kite poems : https://inkdropblog.wordpress.com/2015/10/24/ode-to-a-kite/
Another tale from the pages of allpoetry.com written by me – Enjoy the read
Some workers were digging
up pipes underground,
when a very large coloured egg
in the sand it was found.
Now, the foreman of th’ site
didn’t know what to do,
so he called up some keepers
from th’ local zoo.
The egg.. it was green,
and blue, brown and red,
and was lain in the ground
deep down in a bed.
A bed of red sand,
of twigs and of clays –
it looked as if th’egg
had been there for days.
Said the worker to foreman –
“where’d it come from?” , Said the Foreman – “Dunno!?!”
And just then the egg
it began to glow.
So the keepers arrived,
with their boss from the zoo,
with a team to see if
there was summat they could do.
“it could be a snake” – the zoo boss replied.
Some big builders turned – and ran off to hide!
As builders they gathered to mend their pride,
the keepers could hear a noise from inside…
The head keeper thought –
there was summat amiss,
as the egg it both glowed
and started to hiss.
The little creature inside,
was feeling awfully glum
as all that it wanted was its
Dad and its Mum
“No need for alarm!”, the zoo boss he said
“we need to give th’egg, some sort of bed
nothing to0 great and nothing so grand..”
so the builders brought over some big bags of sand.
So th’egg it was rested
in its warm sandy bed
just as two shadows
loomed overhead.
“Oh Heavens!” cried a builder
“Begorrah! Begad!
I think i’ve just seen
Th’ eggs Mum and Dad!”
Two big scaly dragons, one green and one blue,
over the heads of the people they flew.
The Head Keeper called for everyone’s calm –
he knew that the dragons, didn’t mean any harm.
And little egg it glowed brighter
as little dragon did peck
and Mum and Dad Dragon
landed on th’ deck
And Mummy Dragon landed,
as Dad flew over sky
as dragons egg it opened
and the contents it said “Hi!”
And Dragons’ smiled kindly
nodding thank you to the team.
They named their little lad “Burnie” –
who was their little red dream
They then made their Zoo friends happy,
as they watched three dragons at night
as Mum and Dad took little Burnie
Off on his first little flight.
And then, politely nodding
they said their thanks and goodbye.
As the dragon’s family headed
to their home up high in the sky!
Something for Halloween – hope you all had an enjoyable night
Witches
enjoy the company of
big furry spiders, as very Few
escape the
beauty of the trap
weaved
enthusiastically
behind a curtain
White threads, Delicately Placed
Every Flies nightmare
Beckons.
With each wiry strand
Each spider awaits his or her
Breakfast
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With the last rays of summer making their way on the horizon in Europe, the mercury retreating, the leaves changing colour and falling from the trees – as well as a pick up in the wind speed it’s been a perfect time to go Kite Flying…so I’ve written this little poem in honour of all those hardy lads and lasses who’ll be out this weekend
