The Inkwell#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
Living in holes
in the side of a
very high mountain
in warmth and out of the cold
northern wind – was only
going to be the start
Logs pulled to ground in an
Instant – and bound together with rope made from
Vines provided shelter and
Instant relief from the wall of rain
Notably
Green from the leaves
a piece of poetry written by inky back in October 2011.
its had a bit of a brush up….inky.
empty windows, front and back
This old terraced house has seen an attack
lined up un boarded on a desolate street
overgrown garden weeds under feet
But park yourself a minute..in that old iron chair
take a few seconds to take in the air
theres life in those bricks, and down the whole street
with some plan and attention it’ll all be a treat
fix up the windows, paint the walls, add some seats
clean up the wood floors adding rugs to be neat
throw in a cooker, a table a bed
not forgetting kitchen where your family is fed
add in a telly, some stuff that is yours
with a lovely bathroom wi waterproof floors
plant your own flowers in garden and see
the return of the wildlife in form of the bees 🐝
this unloved old place, can soon be called home
as many a family, spreads out and does roam
it’s the people in the building that make it their own
which confirms that saying ….a house ain’t a home!
