Illumination

Poetry, Space

Salford, 8th April 2019

It’s not as if an alien were

looking for a landing spot or

leading lights of theatre were performing outside

under portable stage lighting –

moon looks on in awe – as halogen lighting casts

instant brightness down the street

night time glow falls over housing

as orbs of light create silhouettes and shadow

the sky seems brighter somehow

its like the brightness has hidden all the stars

overhead – outside, some place there’s satellites flying

note though – with all the light – you can’t see them

Forever

Poetry

Image prompt c/o Pinterest – anyone want to lay claim to the image let me know and i’ll credit you on here – thanks!

Link: https://promptuarium.wordpress.com/2019/02/14/forever-2/

They said they’d be friends for ever

as they watched the magical sight

a merger of magical colour

bringing colour to the night

but then – a terrible happening

hit them both stone dead

as a flying piece of asteroid

hit them both as they planned to be wed

but as night fell after the morning

the two lovebirds returned to the spot

and continued to go there each night time

long after family and friends had forgot

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.

night skies

Nature

Thursday 6 December 2018

A rewrite of a poem i scribbled back in August 2010, the view inspired me to share it with you.

The moon plays hide and seek

as the air drops

casting a line of cloud

on the dark satin sheet of night

On occasion, peeking through 

the sheet of cloud he yells peek a boo

joining his neon friends, painting the night

shades of pink, yellow and white

as hours follow minutes as seconds pass by

and animals make noise on the land and the sky

as to this day, we bid a fond goodbye

COLD NIGHTS

Poetry

Sunday 25 November 2018

It might seem a bit funny – but I’m starting to miss the warm weather

the sun and its friend,  mercury seem to have beaten a retreat

nights are drawing in, and furthermore – so is the cold

looking out of the window, it doesn’t even look like night

but the sun has taken its leave – and outside its not bright

perhaps i should have appreciated it when it was in town

when people were sat on the beach – getting brown

For now , i’m not sat by the beach

The warmth has gone – its out of reach

So i’ll sit by the heater with reading planned

and a Mug of hot cocoa – ee thats grand!