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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!

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Nature Poetry

Ode to the trees

#Octpowrimo #Huggingatree

They line the road, from bottom to top

watching the people and vehicles pass by

doing their work without a word

the birds rest on their branches as they’ll flop

to trees with lots of leaves they’ll fly

the shade cast on the greens of the grass around

enjoying the cool from the suns rays unheard

out of the sun – on the shadiest ground

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Autumn Colours Nature Outdoors Poetry

Octpowrimo – Seeing

#Octpowrimo #Seeing

Look down the path – and what do you see ?

cascade of colours moved by the autumn breeze

or cold bare branches, bending in the wind ?

I can see an opportunity

to be the first person through the leaves – before the snow 🙂

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Nature Poetry

Copper

In response to Thursday Photo Prompt

The woodland’s changing colour

from lush juicy greens to rustic reds

and painting a picture with a message

on the woodland paths

with each colourful crunch – “Winter’s coming”

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Acrostic Insects Nature

Tenacity

#Fowc #Tenacity

Snail

Somehow, it seemed like miles

Navigating through the overgrown greenery

Aim ? to reach that pile of mulching leaves

In and around the empty flowerpots

Lunch will be a fine one – when he gets there