The Inkwell
#Museums
The exhibits are rising
out on the floor – something is moving
movement of visitors feet going round the space
making a beeline for historic items and artwork
out on display – just waiting to be seen
reactions – muted behind a mask – but
out on the museum floor – they’re just happy to see the visitors again
when will be back to normal they ask – some couldn’t say – but now you need a ticket.
#promptuarium #rabbit
At the bottom of the field , there’s a rabbit
Who’s height nearly blocks out the sun
His shadow covers most of the vegetable patch
And to the farmer that isn’t much fun
But he’s tricky this tall furry rabbit
Can’t be shot at and turned into chops
For as soon as the workers can see him
Down a big hole he just pops
And chasing him round fields are a no no
As between them there’s nowt but a mess
More than crop circles created
The locals are somewhat impressed
So instead, hes hived off some patches
For this rabbit to do what he please
In the hope he keeps off the carrots
And dines out on lettuce and peas
This poem was originally written for Allpoetry.com
I’m posting it under the Daily post Challenge Tree
by Brian F Kirkham
He shelters birds from passing rain,
and watches it flow down nearby drains
he protects those animals that don’t like to be pinned
by that autumnal passing wind
The Horse Chestnut Tree, is an amiable chap
and when all is quiet, he’ll take a nap
There’s only one thing – That drives him bonkers
when kids climb up him to pinch his conkers!
The Inkwell