The InkwellWiry silver threads
Enlongated under hall cupboards
By the stairs
Weaved by a six-legged weaver
Everyone admires the
Beauty of their craft
Wafting around in the draft of the house
Every insect around knows
Bristles of doom await
While the spiders home hangs around
Every fly prays for a
Brush or feather duster
When any insect
Even attempts to escape
Back comes the spider
Wiry and Delicate
Every flies nightmare
Beckons
#writeclub #sentry #cat
Sat outside the house
expectations – minimal
No – one is going to get past this clever cat
they will get an awful shock if they try from those
really pristine clipped claws
you think he’s a house cat – he’s more of a tiger!
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
#fowc #fandango #curious #cat #kitten #wool
Curiosity might be what killed the cat, but
up halfway on the stairwell
rolling about in grandma’s knitting
is a furry little fellow
on a hunt for the big woollen ball
up high of the pyramid
sat in the basket
#insects #spider #bugs #autumn #winter
When the deciduous trees decide to lose their leaves
six legged creatures try their best to find somewhere warm
scurrying quickly over gravel and soil
and leaving a trail over branches that coil
sometimes hanging around the garden shed
or inside a cupboard that’s darkened instead
#promptuarium #House
Old man sits
in his burgundy robe
looking around his ill gotten gains
Behind him – the picture of some
Ancestor from long ago – who’s
Real estate has served the family well, both at home and
Overseas….he’ll live
Nicely on the proceeds of the stuff brought from underground
#spiders #web #house
22nd June 2018
an acrostic from inkdrop
from a prompt from the imaginarium
sometimes I wonder why they’re there
popping up from out of the garden and setting up in the kitchen
i get the idea, these six legged fellows don’t like the cold…
desperate, they’ll weave their webs in hidden spaces, like
every cubby hole or stair cupboard
Resident, until cleared out with a head of a brush
Salford, 15th November 2017
In response to the daily post prompt
Tortoiseshell tom surveys his patch of green
even the dogs know to stay off this lawn
royal rumbles await any interloper
rounding on the garden
its all his – and every night he lets you know
taking on those who’d want to mark their place
on his little kingdom
right now though – this little prince is
yelling at the front door….he wants his lunch!!!!
Good Gravy! It’s cold – said the wolf to his chums
Home’s where we should be, where its not so glum – So
Over to the old haunted house they to go as their
Shivering and eerie forms they glow
Tonight they’ll meet up with their friend for some tea
(and fly around the top of the house for free)
Living in holes
in the side of a
very high mountain
in warmth and out of the cold
northern wind – was only
going to be the start
Logs pulled to ground in an
Instant – and bound together with rope made from
Vines provided shelter and
Instant relief from the wall of rain
Notably
Green from the leaves
