The Inkwell#Writeclub #Iceberg
Iceberg
In the watery depths – it waits
Cold hearted assassin
Engaging its prey
Boats don’t stand a chance…
Even when clad with mighty armour – They’re
Rounded up as they try to escape – and attacked,
Grounded – or Sunk
If wide eyed
Captains don’t open their
Eyes – the crew they work with will get a surprise
Being jostled by the giant of frozen ice
Engaging a giant ? the boat pays a price
Rocking the boat or bashing its hull
Gushing in seawater till the hull , it is full
#Napowrimo #Inthefridge
Salford. 8th April 2020
A tale of an ice cube in Summer, by Inky
An ice cube took a holiday
from the freezer he was in
took a trip to warmer times
enjoying with a grin
He sat on a place by some fruit
just by the processed meat
and began to drip on his saucer
staying together – a bit of a feat
Avoiding the butter and onions
he waited in his pool
dripping away in the fridge
while others thought it cool
but then oh what a great big show,
as into a jug he did go
joining the fruit and ice cubes in the pool
keeping the humans lovely and cool
Part – time juicer of oranges
Reels out stories and photos for
England’s tabloid press – so he can
Serve up iced drinks to the masses on
Summer weekends
#Winter #Grass #frost #fowc
You could tell that winter was here
for each blade of grass
was sitting in the place it was rooted
unable to move – why ?
Tiny little ice crystals were holding them tight
only moving for the giant boot
coming across the field
#ice #snow #winter
Early morning wake up call
the winds are bawling
“Jack frosts been calling”
Dancing with the frost fairies
all across the land
And underfoot, the fallen leaves
have hardened up and stood their ground
deciding not to be pushed around
defiantly cracking as you tread
a sign they’re sleeping – and not dead.
The crunch of frosted grass – like ice
is enough for some to think twice
for as you make your way to your house
creeping into warm like a church mouse
in a nest under tiles, their covered up thrice
#Aurora #Weekend #Writing #Prompt
A weekend writing prompt from https://Sammiesscribbles.wordpress.com
Poem or Prose in 28 Words – Okay!!!!
Polar bears are partying
under nights light show
the snow is twinkling
with various different colours
moving about on ice
like the mirrorball chasing
the disco floor beams
#Fowc #Poetic
Performing Penguin
on the ice
engages with his fellow birds
the only way he can
in the art of juggling his dinner
could you call it poetry in motion ? the audience think so
I watched
with my feet still sat in wet sand
as the evening skies faded
like a fire in outer space
day turned slowly into night
and silver fish still circled
as a central point of
fire and ice
waited for the many moons
in the grecian sky to settle in their spots
like diamonds in the sky
Got to admit, that first layer of frost on the ground
In-stills me with an air of trepidation
Not exactly fear, but as you make your way from here to there
Going across the icy surfaces
Expect a slip or slide or two – especially by the
Roadside pavements where Jack frost refuses to budge
Little steps carefully taken are what’s required here, or
You’ll slip up on that iced up path
Really you took health and safety and chucked it out,
If you thought skidding across the frozen pond was a good idea
Swans, geese and gulls watched in amusement, as you
kept testing the thinness of the pond ice
You’ve been told, but won’t listen….till you go in
