The Inkwell
Maybe its the deep red colour
as you stare at its grain that makes your
heart fall for the piece
of furniture its made from
great pieces of indian redwood
are carefully crafted into
naturally flowing tables and chairs
year upon year – as old is replaced by new in the forest
Indigo paint powder – image from wikipedia
#cyw #indigo
It’s a colour known for its position on the rainbow
nestled between its brother , blue and its sister, violet
definately making a statement on the home furnishings front
in fabrics, curtains, sofas and carpets
garments too – brought to life by this deep dark purply blue
only – don’t call it blue – its got its own character
#Fowc #top
There’s a reason why they put this label on boxes
Of course, you know why this is – so that when you open it
Pieces of the puzzle (the table you bought) – don’t get lost
Salford, 15th September
#CYW #BurntSienna
I recall a leather chair
the smell of it as I sat in it in the morning
it’s sound as I got my back into its folds
it squeaked – like a mouse looking for food
Looking out beyond the glass
in a warm seat
looking out for snowmen
beyond the garden fence
Sitting there quietly
watching the snowflakes
fall to the ground
whilst warming my hands on a hot mug
Salford 13th July 2017
The powers that be
planted big deciduous trees
in the grounds of a locality
so it would look nice
for the men with money
The local kids – loved it
Playing games under the leaves
and climbing up high on the branches
getting a view of the boaters
on the watery basin
Change of heart
led to a start
where wood was taken apart
for parts of a chair
the kids – they just stared
Returning to the scene
of the crime extreme
either side of the lane
stumps of wood – showing grain
and locals anger does mount – all kids do is count
For what was the point
of cutting down a grand high tree
that caused no problems for any of thee
when all the wood from tree that’s bought
just goes into a chair – that makes you look short ?
a piece of poetry written by inky back in October 2011.
its had a bit of a brush up….inky.
empty windows, front and back
This old terraced house has seen an attack
lined up un boarded on a desolate street
overgrown garden weeds under feet
But park yourself a minute..in that old iron chair
take a few seconds to take in the air
theres life in those bricks, and down the whole street
with some plan and attention it’ll all be a treat
fix up the windows, paint the walls, add some seats
clean up the wood floors adding rugs to be neat
throw in a cooker, a table a bed
not forgetting kitchen where your family is fed
add in a telly, some stuff that is yours
with a lovely bathroom wi waterproof floors
plant your own flowers in garden and see
the return of the wildlife in form of the bees 🐝
this unloved old place, can soon be called home
as many a family, spreads out and does roam
it’s the people in the building that make it their own
which confirms that saying ….a house ain’t a home!
#CYW #Coloryourworld #Mahogany
Taken from a far away jungle
and crafted , moulded and varnished in a carpenters shop
bought to order by the lady of the house so fellow
lords and ladies can sit around the finest mahogany and
enjoy a well prepared feast
2nd January 2017
It’s that place away from the winter weather,
never understated – because it’s yours
tables and chairs in the kitchen-cum-diner, settee and TV in the lounge
each room containing its own mark made by you
rugs with interesting patterns laid on hard wood floors
intrinsic patterns that took an age to fit
on the whole – its the way you thought it out, a
really nice, warm and inviting home.
Born from a humble oak or beech
Everybody wants this latest crafted item
Superbly fashioned by a master craftsman –
Perfect for Breakfast, Dinner, Lunch and Tea
Overall, the quality is second to none
Kept fresh by the finest oils and polishes
Everyone who wants it – are in a hurry to have it
in response to Stump
From an idea of Spike Milligan…hope he’s laughing up there
They chopped down a giant tree
And left its heart in the ground
The tree it didn’t complain
But for the thump there was no sound
They used its wood to make a chair
For an elevated man declared
Who was indeed a man of state
He thought the idea was great
So leaving behind the trees own stump
On a grand chair he rests his rump
But there is a problem with this seat he bought
It makes him look tremendously short
So question posed by poet is this
The kudos of grandeur? There’s something amiss
Why chop a king of the forest so tall
If it makes the great man look so small ?
