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Poetry

Foreboding

#promptuarium #picture #prompt

It hovered over the mountain

even on the sunniest of days

rainbows never ventured near

And rangers would keep a countin’

the numbers caught up in the loss of rays

as people would just disappear

Local ramblers stay on the ground

while trackers and huskies searched around

but apart from odd footprints – nothing to be found

Was something living up on that high ground

taking the climbers – without a sound ?

till they find out – they’re staying off that mound

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Poetry

mystery ii

Salford 30th March 2019

#freedomofexpression #iscriblr #mystery

a response to iscriblrs wonderful mystery challenge…enjoy.

A strange thing happened the other night

Under the cover of dark

Something with a sweet tooth paid us a call

He snook into the kitchen, without giving us a fright

And sitting down at my birthday cake, he did park

Having eaten his slice, he went out the door

Lighting up the kitchen , as he passed by the walls

And leaving a trail of cake crumbs on the floor

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Acrostic Freedom of Expression Halloween Treats

Mystery

Mystery

All Hallows eve, Salford 2017

Maybe it was a ghost that paid a visit

yesterday – but if that’s the case

some ghost has a taste for cocoa and cookies

taken from my suppertime plate

each cookie now resembling a crescent moon

reduced levels in the cocoa mug

yes its a puzzle – whodunnit ?

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Buildings Poetry Victorian

Peek

Peek

Manchester Town hall, St Peter’s Square Manchester

All saints day, 1st November 2017

Corridor

What lies behind the corridors

tween power and learning ?

a path to who knows where ?

questions are asked in the buildings on the east

while questions are answered in the building to the west

fancy seeing what lies beyond the lights?

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Holidays Time

Feeding the sock draw

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New years eve approaches
and Old Father Time
wanders through the home of his house
the dust amassed over each bit of furniture
Memories scattered throughout every room
Magical Moments, Sorrow and Joy
Memories of Colours he’d seen as a boy
and looking in the mirror
he counts each white brow
remembering he looked more younger than now
So dressed in his best, for one more last time
He waits for the last bells of this year to chime
But a question for the wardrobe
as the sand flows away
Where did that other sock of mine go to play?
An Odd one for every one of those years
but will any of them will ever reappear?