Wednesday Morning, 6.30

Poetry

#Octpowrimo #Morning #Sunrise

Wednsday morning, 6.30 am : Image by Brian F Kirkham

An early morning piece from inky.

In twenty four society, there’s no time for beauty sleep

There’s parcels to be delivered from point A to B

and piles of paper to be rounded up for recycling

rolling down the main road – the recycling van rumbles

trying his best not to rouse the resting citizens

having run a race with Ra, and won

as the victor , returning to the depot sees the runner up

rise slow above the horizon – reward for the crew ? Breakfast.

Floating

Weather

Salford 9th April

Like a Marshmallow
on a freshly brewed coffee
they float through the sky

Shifting slowly over rooftops
Drifting across morning
over field town and meadow

Swirling through the Morning Sky
moved by winds east and west
strings of candy coloured cloud move

Early morning Sun
Turns pastel blue into Sunrise yellow
As clouds travel toward the hills

Wisps of Water 
Moving across Manchester
Heading for Hilltops

Challenge 30 – No.26

Photography, Seasons, Weather

“Weather”

5th February 2019

Red skies at Night, Shepherds Delight…..

Red Sky at Night, Shepherds Delight - an example.

This old phrase is still around today.

It was the shepherds way of telling fine weather – a red sky at night normally foretold of fine weather next morning

Whilst a red sky in the morning, normally was followed by grey clouds in the skies above. It gave the shepherd time to get his flock onto lower ground and avoid an immediate drenching 🙂

We’re not out of winter yet in the UK, no matter what the met office say, and I’ve known it snow in March, despite it being technically Spring.

Feathered Cacophony

Birds, Nature, Poetry

Salford 26th September

What happens early morning…when someone’s been generous with the birdseed!

It begins quietly enough,

the graceful movement of flapping wings

stopping at an observation point

whilst they check out the opposition

The seed scatters , bouncing on the tarmac

and feathered friends, in an instant

become mortal enemies – as they nip and scratch and barge

to enable the best pickings

Noises increase from roof to tree

and Mums and dads say whats for tea

the little ones sit and wait

for something to fall on their dinner plate

Resident cats look from a distance

as the birds scrap on

unaware of

the dangers ahead

And with one sight of fur

feathers fly in a blur

as they think its best

to return to the nest

Early morning blues

Health, Poetry

Woken up by waterworks

On the mark of quarter to five

Kept awake by the familiar sound of

Excited cats finding food on the

Night prowl

Unless my head hits the

Pillow soon, i won’t be good to anyone

As pins and needles bite my feet

Golden slumbers seem far away

Aching bones rest on a thousand pocket springs

In a vain attempt I’ll sleep through the rest of

Night time

Early Morning

Home, Life, Poetry, Transport

Salford 23rd August 2018

Squeaky doors

are better clarion calls

than any alarm clock

on the market

 

Slumbered silence

broken by a cistern

attracts you to the noise

of the nearby main road

 

Luna’s departure

allows Ra to announce

“The morning is here!

it’s time to get up”

 

And motorised monsters

or kings of the road

make their way delivering boxes

either side of the tarmac

 

Solitary Swallow

converses with the neighbours

on a nearby roof –

tweets the news – no laptop required

 

The rumble of early morning traffic

cascading through the windows

is followed by the crack of an egg

falling into sizzling bacon fat

 

Kettle whistles through the concrete

up through the bedroom floor

your first cup of the day is ready

milk and two sugars ?