The Inkwell
#promptuarium #picture #prompt
It hovered over the mountain
even on the sunniest of days
rainbows never ventured near
And rangers would keep a countin’
the numbers caught up in the loss of rays
as people would just disappear
Local ramblers stay on the ground
while trackers and huskies searched around
but apart from odd footprints – nothing to be found
Was something living up on that high ground
taking the climbers – without a sound ?
till they find out – they’re staying off that mound
#CYW #Brown #Wet #Mud #Footprints #Camping
Camping out in the wilds, has its disadvantages
As the weather can be particularly nasty
Making your way across the field to the washroom as
Persistant little raindrops land on your head
If you gave it some thought – you would have moved the tent
Now everyone will know who disturbed their sleep – as you’re
Going to leave a trail – right up to your tent!
#writephoto #thejourney
Salford (via Rochdale and Oldham), 17th August 2019
a tale of a rambler , by inky for the writephoto challenge
He went a walk with an empty backpack and staff
off to get a loaf of bread
many hadn’t heard from him for days, some
even thought him dead
For his boot prints went on and on
for what others saw as miles
past footpath and valley , hill and dale
and spot of nature where he’d stay a while
enjoying the fine weather
the silence and peace
and wildlife around him
it was a release
Drawing a scene half way up a hill
taking in sunshine and cup o’ tea till
time came to face his fate
coming back home far too late
in response to https://patriciasplace.me/2019/07/17/in-other-words-the-beach/
three sets of feet – Walking on the Sand
Rendezvous with candy floss
Sweet stuff acquired – but only two pairs of feet
Smaller pair of toes, treated by Big Feet
To a Piggyback
#Holiday #Memories
An Impromptu decision
walking across the sands
on the way to dinner
Part of the sands
deep, fast running
and trapped tween the grooves
Another , lapped by the sea
deserted, but for footprints
left by the shoes
Trailing, then disappearing
the route almost visible
on the way to a fish salad
Salford, 21st December 2018
Melanie looked at the living room carpet
Enveloped by four soggy footprints
Local law enforcement scoured the area, but
Terrible thing was … they couldn’t find the culprits
Even the footprints outside could be found , it’s like they
Disappeared in the snow ❄️
The tide is coming in
its wiping out the deftly deposited footprints
down shore
enveloping them in sea water
The tide is coming in
its tempting little toes
daintily dancing down the sand to
enter its cool waters
The Tide is coming in
its cartwheeling shells in its waves and
depositing them on the
edge of the dry bit of the beach
Sinking each of your feet
into warm wet sand
lets mum and dad know
exactly where your little feet
are heading
Occasionally, two pairs of feet
Turn into one pair
as a little one ascends
into the blue for
Piggybacks
Salford (Via Llandudno), 14th June 2017
Four sets of feet walking in line on the beach
As you follow the line of footprints
Patterns begin to emerge
as footprints snake from east to west
smaller feet seemingly running rings around the big ones
but as we reach the end of the walk
these little feet disappear
washed away by northern water ? – No!
on their way to Fish and Chips
a little one has had his pips
his battery – is a little whacked
so Grandad has given him a piggyback.
In response to the prompt
Falling snow, covers the ground
Over hills and more – wind is only sound
On a patch of land – some Y shaped feet
Towards a pond coming down the street
Perhaps they’re on a hunt for some food
Rallying in number – Not being rude
In parallel cyclists head through the snow
Navigating the way to the warmth the go
Towards the house leaving trails with glee
Some little feet – my nephews, heading home for tea!
