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Poetry Weather

Blown Away

#Leaves #Autumn #Wind #Kite #writeclub

A response to this weeks write club theme – there will be more, thanks to lockdown!

You could tell it was the first day of Autumn

the four winds were having a wail of a time

with the things their friends had left them

It wasn’t Christmas , but it might well have been

for as well as the brown, yellows and golds

the trees had left them something – Red and Blue

So instead of lifting the sparrows around

they decided to play with the thing they had found

and kids from their windows spotted at night

the winds playing happily with their red and blue kite

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Acrostic Autumn Nature Poetry Seasons

Changing colours

#Seasons #Autumn #Poetry #Nature

Acer’s changing colour scheme (Image by Inky, Camera: Sony H3311)

A Sign that winters on the way

Up in the trees, the leaves colours are changing

There hangin’ on to their branches for dear life but

Unless you haven’t noticed – greens have been swapped for

Mostly Reds and Browns, with yellows inbetween

Note though – occasional splashes of crimson – Christmas coming early ?

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Autumn Nature Poetry Seasons Summer

Summers End

There’s a definite change in the air

although he’s there – you don’t see the sun as much

longer nights, shorter days

expect the palette on the trees to change

on the whole – there’s signs that winter is on her way

frosty mornings covering fallen autumn leaves

a mass of crispy leaves amass

under the trees that once held them

to the wildlife its a sign to check the supplies and get

under the covers till the arrival of spring

munching on supplies before drifting off to sleep

night owls staying by their nests

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Poetry

Popcorn Plant

#Writeclub #Popcorn

popcorn plant (illustration by inky)

Confusion reigned among the staff
in the garden centre
Curiously, the conkers they were growing
for selling in pots in the greenhouse
had grown, no sprouted….no rocketed
into something a little more colourful
a little more knobbly and a little more exotic
a lot more tropical and a little less green
i mean – leaves the colours of mixed fruit drops ?
and poking through the glass towards the sky
you couldn’t call them unseen – definately unmuted
as the kids visited every blossom time
picking off popcorn from the branches and petals

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Animals Art Poetry

Furry

Salford 1st July 2020

#writeclub #monsters #poetry #kidspoetry

as part of my write club challenges, i wrote a piece about a “Monster” with claws and teeth and horns – more like a caterpillar with 100 Feet!

(Anyone with kids remember a Lotsa-Lotsa-Leggs ? 🙂 )

Caterpillar – doodle of a toy by inky.

I know , you know its not halloween

but i’ve got to tell you about this thing i’ve seen

snaking round Salford’s streets

with over a hundred colourful feet

A fluffy centipede , orange fur, purple hair

grown ups walking past they stare

at multi coloured spikes on his back

they move on quickly – in case of attack

If they had thought – they’d would have seen

those spikes were just fur

he want’s something to munch on

to sleep and to purr

And who does he bump into ? – our neighbours cat

who gives him some room in the upstairs flat…

so before going to bed, he eats leaves and shoots

resting on a mat, his hundred or so boots

And during the dusk, you’ll see them both play

with a ball made of wool – in a particular way

playing under the moon and having some fun

and enjoying a nap – when the day has begun

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Colours Poetry

Fern

#coloryourworld #CYW #Fern

An acrostic for the Fern Colour on Tourmalines Coloryourworld challenge

Flowing fronds of green

each one coming from a central point

reminding me of an octopus or squid –

not squelchy, but just as many arms!

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Poetry Seasons Winter

Sounds of Winter

#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

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Art Autumn Poetry Seasons

Autumn Leaves (in Wordart)

Salford, 23rd November 2019

#Autumn #Signal #Nature #Frost #Ice

The weather’s changing, so I created this colourful arty piece with bits from an old notebook….enjoy the read

Words by inky, Font type : Deathfromabove – Link – HERE

As the Mercury retreats towards its bulb, i’ll be creating more of these.

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Autumn Nature Poetry

Rush hour III

The trees are bending

moving to a western tune

played by coming wind

rolling autumn leaves

around tarmac cul-de-sacs

to the alley’s end

follow the brown leaves

and you find them piled up high

by a pelican

some decide to rest

whilst others run the gauntlet

towards the river

final resting spot ?

answer to question – unclear

floating down river

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Acrostic Character Nature Outdoors Parks Seasons

Mother Earth

fallen leaves on a Salford park bench captured by inky using a SAMSUNG Digimax 202

Announcing the arrival of autumn

under and around each branch of the trees

the keeper of the trees, mother earth has been busy

undertaking her role of changing the colours

making colourful patterns for people to look at

note, the noise that they make – mother earth has done that too!