The Inkwell
#CYW #Carnation-Pink
Popping up around the spring
its the kind of flower that likes a party
noted for its use as a buttonhole flower
keeping up appearances at family occasions
Curves more wiggly than your
average rose
rows upon rows keep each other standing up,
not falling over
at the nearest breath of wind.
they don’t look much, but once trimmed and located
in a gentleman’s suit buttonhole
on a family occasion, they
never fail to impress the guests
When you entered the room
Instantly, you turned the boys heads
Like Desdemona had arrived
Dynamic
Heaven’s angel mixed with Hell’s fury
Only time would decide what happened next
Meeting up with old friends
By the banks of the waterside
Reality – you would be back at your post come morning
Expectations – out of the window.
Cast that whitelight through the prism
and let the colours scatter, we’ll be
reeling and a rocking , jumping and a jiving
under the rainbow of coloured lights till morning
maybe we’ll meet some one special –
bopping to the beat – its quite an
atmosphere
#coloryourworld #cyw #electriclime
16th February 2017
Zingy little fruit,
full of zest and flavor
and powerful punch
perfect , placed in a jelly
sparky flavours contained in
a porcelain mould
Sparks of delight
pop off on the tongue
and your luminosity
Green for go ! your sign
the party power switches
are all turned on
Really summery days see days on the front lawn
Everyone in a straight
Line, waiting for the meats on the grill and chef
Inviting them to try,
Something tasty and flavoursome on their
Hot Dog, Burger or Veggie Delight
Coloured lights flicker off
the big glitter ball
as you arrive at the dance
at the old school hall
Friends from your past,
Greet with a cheer
as you are the one,
they want to be near!
All of those faces, from days of old
Come into the warmth, and out of the cold
and the faces around you, don’t seem to have changed
You thought they’d forgot you
They all know your name
You talk with your chums,
remembering the time
when you were in French
Conversing your lines
And the girl you once fancied
is at the back of the room
Remembering the light
you gave in the gloom
You’re all drinking things
Not allowed in that time
as you reminisce with Bitter
or Vodka and Lime
Now she’s dancing wi’ Girlfriends
to a tune you both knew,
She’s 16 again
and you’re feeling Blue.
She walks across the hall
and calls out your name.
You raise a smile
and take part in her game.
And as she skips across sweetly
grabbing hold of your hand,
you both dance together
to the sound of the band
