The Inkwell
#Promptuarium
Moving to the town
was always going to be
one grand adventure
Barleycorns exchanged for
the finest food money could
buy – right by the door
If you knew the spots
sweet pastries from beyond the
usual mousehole
But dangers afoot
Living in the Metro town
Neighbourhood felines
A poetic take on the mouse in Hickory Dickory Dock by inky
Hiding around in the Grandfather clock
wasn’t such a great idea
for rather acting o so meek
and keeping from furry paws that did seek
after hanging off the pendulum for seven days
he thought he’d keep busy in other ways
saving himself some time
and distracting himself from that noisy chime
he scampered down the chains so fast
he attracted all the housekeepers cats
and after some paw swipes
breathing his last
Salford 16th May 2020
Following on from yesterday’s oulipo here’s my go of an Oulipo based on Walter de la mare’s poem – Silver
Here’s my take :-
Slowly silently now the moose
walks the nightmare in his simian shoon
this way and that he peers and sees
Simian fry upon simian tremeloes
One by one the cashiers catch
his bearskins beneath the silvery thegn
Couched in his Kernel, like a logjam
with paybeds of simian sleeps the dogfish
From their shaky cotton the white britches peep
of downs in simian fed sleep
a heap mouthpiece goes scampering by
with simian claws and simian eye
and moveless fishmongers in watercolour dream
in simian reels in simian streams
#fowc #cast #thousands
from an ant trying to save the world
to a familiar mouse in a sorcerers suit
they sit on my bookshelf
awaiting their curtain call
a cast of thousands awaiting
their appearance on a digital stage
#writingprompt #fearful symmetry
marvellous movement,
made by the makers,
of a made well micro computer mouse
The deceased lay prone
Where it sent a message from beyond the skirting board
Everyone was surprised to find feathers,
Expecting to see a more furry resident in the gap
The only question…how did it get there?
In the corner, el gato sat innocent
Not saying a word, the
Goldfish kept a nervous silence
#fowc #corpse #inkdropk
#noise
Can you hear that ?
Really high pitch,
Is there a mouse in the house ?
My ears are squealing from the squeaking
It’s coming from the next room, but (of course) there’s
Nobody there,
As the master thief has pinched the loot and
Led themselves out of the house via the skirting board.
Salford 22nd September
An Acrostic in response to the Daily Post….
Cakes and puddings
Resolutely rounded off, their memory occasionally left
Under the dining room table – a veritable feast for the domestic
Mouse, guinea pig or hamster who help themselves to the
Bits of topping missed by mum or dad
Look out , underfoot – and
Expect to find a very happy pet indeed – eating the crumbs
In the green of the park
Never miss a moment
Vast numbers of creatures live
In every nook and cranny across the field of grass
Some, sleep in the wood – whilst others live
In the ground, pushing up the grass you play on
Birds nest hide away – but you have to
Look closely after grabbing their food they hide
Enjoy your game of Hide and seek – with such luck – you might get a peek!
Many hear the call of the night
as a furry old cat, presses paws to the floor
travelling the neighbourhood for prey
as the moon comes out of clouds, shining bright
Night-time, the right time to hunt out for more
with mice on the hunt for a midnight feast
watch out, little mouse! and quickly make way
for fear you become supper for this furry tailed beast.
The Inkwell