Abandoned (Derelict)

Places, Poetry

#FFFC #Abandoned #Derelict #Brokenwindows

with thanks to Aron Jäger@unsplash.com for providing the Image

I remember the weeks before the builders moved in

the children, were now learning – in bright shiny blocks

up the road in the next district

whilst the old building sat – a nest for the birds

and a target for vagabonds with little on their minds

smashed glass and vibrant graffiti the order of the day

as the old iron gates sat rusting

waiting for the wrecking balls to arrive

Squirrel

Acrostic, Animals, Poetry

Octpowrimo, 29th October 2018

Signs that winter is on its way

Quite inquisitive fellow made his way across the garden fence

Under the fir trees and around the hyacinths

In search, of something

Round , red brown, and tasty to

Restock his larder for winter

Every now and then looking around, protecting his hide

Looking for morsels in every inch of the garden

Honeycomb Ii

Food, Poetry

Manchester, 11th august

 

#beeinthecity #manchester #hunnypot

 

six sided structure

created by worker bees

for the colony

 

sleeping in their nest

little bees dream of honey

from flowers next door

 

Travelling over air

homing pigeons cannot beat

worker bees radar

 

treasures collected

from inside the flower head

create a sweet thing

 

flavour from pollen

transferred to golden slices

by the hunnypot

Driftwood

Acrostic, Animals, Poetry, Water

Salford, 3rd February 2018

Detritus floating en-masse down the ship canal

Readily aided by the boats and the water

Is floating aimlessly towards the basin gates

Full stop only happening upon hitting the booms where each stick gangs

Together forming a pretty pattern on the

Waters surface

Overjoyed geese, plunder the booty, piling

One large stick on top of another till a safe place for eggs has been built, whilst

Downstream, a boat with a foriegn name (and crane) is coming to pick up the leftovers

Robin egg blue

Birds, Colours, Growing up, Nature, Poetry

robineggblue_painting

#Coloryourworld #CYW #Robineggblue

Up high in a tree

in a cosy twig nest

four little eggs

sleep where they are best

hidden away from their avian foes

protected from wind, the rain and the snows

mum and dad watching from a branch at height

keeping an eye on the eggs that are bright

Much like their cousins, whose shells are white

they sleep both at day, and mostly at night

till the time comes to spread their wings

and they taste the goodies their mum and dad brings

Birdsong

Birds, Humour, Nature

#Napowrimo #blogging101 #birds

Hiding away, among the stacked up bricks

a mother bird, tends to her home with sticks

whilst up in the air, the kids have a ball

Chaos ensues as they rise and fall

Happy they chirp – as they go on and play

till the sun crosses sky – its the end of the day

but off to the garden – they save their dads wrath,

as they roll all their feathers in the nearest bird bath.

Sapling

Birds, Garden, Nature, Poetry

Down, in the forest, in established wood

A sapling now stands where an acorn once stood

He sat on the floor of green in the park

And ran his own gauntlet during day and the dark

Avoiding squirrels and dogs that would bark

And soon he’ll grow tall, reaching up into the sky

And up to his branches the birds they will fly.

As birds fly back from the east to the west

To create a new home in the tree that’s the best.