The Inkwell
#octpowrimo #darkness
Sun goes behind the skyscrapers
while the moon heads up in the sky
cats head out on a midnight feast
while owls begin to fly
mother birds tend to their chicks
while they all try to sleep
and dads head out to the garden lawn
for morsels they to creep
lightbulbs illuminate houses
and light travels down the street
as people wonder off to bed
awaiting the milkmans beat
#Promptuarium #Hilltophouse
You could definately call it – a “Room with a View”
from the top of the house – you could see for miles away
be able to converse with the swallows and skylarks
en-suite facilities – hardly mod cons – but you have toilet and coal fire
your only problems – climbing up all those stairs to bed
and come breakfast time, your egg on toast will need heating up
#Birds #writeclub
Construction began Simply enough
a small nest for Mr sparrow and his family
nesting in the eves
the nest made of twigs mud and bracken
and other different leaves
Mr Sparrows brother moved in
and soon it looked like the terrace below
and little uns acted like the kiddies
Moving too and fro
#fowc #affordable
They’re buying plots of land
in my home town
like it’s going out of fashion
building towers that reach all the way to space
most of the grand palaces in these places – rented out
to the commuters going home of a weekend
spot the zeroes as you pass the estate agents
and watch as they shove offers
through the letterbox
affordable housing? hardly
for as prices head for space – so do the rents
so for most they keep their feet planted
at the bank of mum and dad
I
They’re everywhere
in every street where there’s a
spare space
colourful boxes
with fancy designs on them
don’t be distressed
this ain’t no graffiti
it’s “State 0f the art livin'” in the “Modern metropolis”
II
Built up? Hardly
Supersized sardine tins – stacked
like jenga
the occupants – can see for miles
all the fancy landmarks
and inside the boxes – more and more boxes
holding your clothes, your books, electronics and games
III
The clothes get stored away – they’ll be out soon
The food goes in the boxes round the cooker
The pots pans and dishes – in a box by them
While the meat and milk stay cold by a box in the corner
IV
Flat pack furniture – and your supersized tv
find space in the empty box used for living
box stereo plays hide and seek
near a lamp by the sofa
V
And when there’s no room
in your oversized box – what do you do? Head
roadside to put the things out of boxes
In another box
#acrostic #lockdown
Magpies are having a field day
as the neighbourhood still sleeps
nipping on and off the rooftiles while
cats on the ground they creep
household activity – minimum
everyone’s taken to bed, for
somebody said there’s a lockdown, so
they’ve decided to rest their heads
even the stadiums are empty – no fans to follow the score
reality needs them return now – so the teams can hear them roar
Written for this week’s Photo Challenge from Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie. Photo credit: Aleksandar Pasaric on Pexels.com.
They Call it “Modern Living”
as they rise up to the sky
colourful boxes in formation
thirty or fourty miles high
You would definately call it colourful
You could also call it cosy
You could even call it sardine-like
as you give your neighbours a nosy
Some like the format of it all
as they talk to the neighbours ‘cross the way
but some don’t like the shadows
its night in the middle of the day
Balconies round a patch of green
which after sundown, isn’t often seen
watching the clouds pass in the sky
and seeing the odd bird fly by
Salford 21st February 2020
A tale of ‘recovery’ from brain injury by inky
#Fowc #Progress
I
Waking up
Washing face
Without falling or dropping stuff or
Walking out of place
Progress
II
Remembering a face from a
Reel of names without
Reaction causing
Regurgitation
Progress
III
Collecting your Cocoa from
Carol at Costa without
Causing an earthquake
Causing Cascades to the floor
Progress
IV
Reading a really good book, while
Relaxing, without
Rolling into a deep
Sleep
Progress
V
Remembering what you went
Right down the stairs for – without
Reactions, disturbances or plain forgetfulness
Progress
#Octpowrimo #Cobbledstreets #England #Northern #Salford #Lancashire
A piece of poetry by inky, based on the terraced house on Lark Hill Place. A restored Victorian Street in Salford’s Museum and art gallery.
Old building by cobbles,
Oak table , and chairs
Copper kettle boiling on the stove
near to the stairs
Fruit from the Grocers,
cutup and cored,
is ready for the pie bowl
in the oven its stored
Washboard, and Dolly Tub
in Backyard unhooked
ready for washing
that’s been overlooked
And when its been cleaned
and gleaming with pride
they’ll dry on a line
on pegs hanging outside
Sweep by the cobbles
some work is his goal
so he watches the chimney
as the food cooks on coals
And today, family living here
is having them a guest,
so they’ve laid out the cutlery
and porcelain that is best.
Salford, 22nd August 2018
Another piece inspired by the #Promptuarium
Many thought you a funny kid
On most nights they’d see you staring into space
Overlooking the positions of the stars and the zodiac
No other subject interested you more
Destiny ? to be the first man to live – on a base on the moon
Until then – you sit out in the garden – plotting your way there
Satellites floating in zero gravity over your head as you
Track your course with telescope, pencil and paper
The Inkwell