Asparagus

Colours, Food, Poetry

#CYW #Coloryourworld #Asparagus

A piece by inky with a little bit of art…..

popping up out of the ground…..(created by Inky from a Wikipedia image)


The woody stalk

popped up from the earthy soil

and began a race


Seven other green spears

headed headlong to the sun

as the flowers watched


Prize to the Victor?

they’re Basted in Butter,

On Silver Salvers



Waiting for the flowers

Poetry

Salford, 9th March 2019

A patch of earth on some barren land

Was turned over, fed and watered

Earth dug up in places on

Seeds or bulbs planted

Over the next few months, the process continued – and

Moments passed – until the arrival of a green leaf popping out of the ground

Expect rainbows of colour over the next few weeks.

Bee Industrious

Museums, Photography, Poetry

25th August 2018

#beeinthecity #manchester

Museum of Science and Industry, Castlefield, Manchester

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Captured in his own little Garden at Manchester’s Museum of Science and Industry, Industrious

Busy little bee sits in his own little world

Among flowers and scents and colour

working over the flower beds

where the people wait for the train

industrious little fellow he is

Out of this world

Acrostic, Nature, Outdoors, Poetry

Out of This World

Toadstool

Taken root

On a spot of earth

Alien invader starts to feed

Devouring the water below

Some plants sit, aghast as they watch

The alien eat up their food like an unwanted guest

Others, are more philisophical as

Over time – the alien and his cohort – will be

Lifted, and thrown away – or (if edible) eaten

Tend

Garden, Memories, Poetry

Salford, 9th February 2018

Tend

Plants need looking after when they’re little.

I remember , as a lad being given three packets of seed by my Grandad.

they never told me what was in those silver packets

but each day i’d go to my spot by the lawn, to see what popped out of the ground

and with watchful eye, my mum and dad helped me sort the weeds from the plants

whilst i watered the soil, when the clouds weren’t dropping the rain

and each day, slowly but surely, the little seeds grew

flowerheads hid away till the sunshine appeared

and on those days i’d water them with my watering can…

then one day the flowerheads opened

and a square of reds, pinks, oranges , yellows and blues surrounded the lawn

Soil (II)

Flowers, Garden, Nature, Poetry

An acrostic by inky, in response to the daily post prompt

Soil

Some people – call it the ground

One of natures building blocks

If you looked at it – from deep below – you would call it

Life itself

 

Several different creatures – they call it home

On occasion , they climb out of their earthy house for a drop of sun

Insects , worms and nocturnal mammals

Like living underground

 

Some plants – enjoy being

Outside, like trees and bushes, whilst others like

Indoors, mostly because of the weather – all are

Linked by the substance around their roots

Ode to a cactus

Garden, Nature, Outdoors, Poetry

Prickle

Cactus

Once only found in Desert sand

a gardener decided to hatch a plan

developing a succelent

that’s happy at home, as well as gardenment

living in pots of sandy soil

whilst in the heat other plants toiled

this funny green plant, just grew away

amusing those in the garden at play

flowering in the sunshine smile

the cactus kept children amused for a while

as they spent the passing hours

counting his blooming colourful flowers

and being shorter than his bigger kind

the cats and dogs they didnt mind

for when their paws did feel a prickle

they smiled – for the cactus – kind of tickled

Soil

Acrostic, Garden, Outdoors, Parks

 

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Soil – Image C/o UK Soil Association

 

 

Soil

source of growth

our garden plants depend on it

its home for all sorts of life

like worms, beetles and ants

 

such an important base needs nutrients

on certain mornings , water and fertiliser

is added , to let the seedlings and bulbs

lift their flowers into the sky and take root

 

some gardeners plant vegetables whilst

on season,  others plant fruit trees

in certain climates, the soil will allow you to grow

local delicacies, such as bananas and pineapple

Home

Buildings, Home, Life, Poetry

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!