The InkwellSalford, 28th April 2020
#CYW #Lavender
Located in a part of the garden
a plant that’ll go rampant if you let it
very nice smell – its natural oil
each stem full of fragrance ready to be crushed
notably used in perfumes
deodorant ? not so much
everyone seems to like its colours though
ranging from blue to light purple
#coloryourworld #CYW #Fern
An acrostic for the Fern Colour on Tourmalines Coloryourworld challenge
Flowing fronds of green
each one coming from a central point
reminding me of an octopus or squid –
not squelchy, but just as many arms!
Down in the family garden
a roaring yellow flower lives in the borders
next to the hyacinths, roses, and tulips
Don’t think this is your standard “Weed”
each one of these has their own shape and colour
liked when the mane disappears and the seed heads transform
into something more light and fluffy
on the right days these travel through the air – when
new yellow flowers begin to grow.
#fowc #root
the source of the plant
grown from the seed
fed from the soil
Out of Sight
Unseen by most
till dug by the gardener
keeping those flowers
in perfect bloom
all the way to autumn
Special roots – Cleaned
and cooked in the oven
are tasty in stews
Edible Garnish
for the Sunday Roast,
sweet, juicy, tasty
#octpowrimo #nature
Salford, 11th October 2018
It’s hard for a seed
To grow up in the big city
As it flies from its mum
And falls to the floor
Drifting in the wind
If lucky, it will land
Onto soft warm soil
But usually, it finds concrete
So it sleeps , and it grows
Fed by the rain
While it finds its own way
Through the sand and the drains
Popping up for sunshine
To the world saying hello
Don’t pull it from the pavement
For a bit, let it grow.
Here’s Another poem on a tree seed Helicopters, feel free to take a look and comment
#CFFC #LetterK #BASIC #Salford #Garden
Hidden away among a mountain of leaves
the humble blackberry grows on its branch
biding its time till a meeting awaits
when it drops down into a sugary pool
and parties with its pals
no selfies needed here – they’re all jammin’
a late night poem, rewritten from my notebooks – enjoy.
In cold damp and dark
out in the park
a small brown toadstool
sits hiding in the grass
shy and retiring
not best in its class
sheltered by reeds, in the wind and rain
camouflauged by the grass
drinking slowly from the drain
Once only found in Desert sand
a gardener decided to hatch a plan
developing a succelent
that’s happy at home, as well as gardenment
living in pots of sandy soil
whilst in the heat other plants toiled
this funny green plant, just grew away
amusing those in the garden at play
flowering in the sunshine smile
the cactus kept children amused for a while
as they spent the passing hours
counting his blooming colourful flowers
and being shorter than his bigger kind
the cats and dogs they didnt mind
for when their paws did feel a prickle
they smiled – for the cactus – kind of tickled
gathered together
waiting on the western wind
dandelion seed
ready for the off
travelling on the airflow
dancing under clouds
landing in a green
settling down to sleep
new flowers take form
The son of plot a
sets root growing in plot b
as tree line grows
Saturday 20th May 2017
During a dandelion seeds travels
each one rises up into the air,
some travel further than others
carried by the wind
eventually though, they gently drop to
nearby ground, where after a short rest they become
dandelions new, with bright yellow flowers
