The Inkwell
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 #Double
a sweet tasting response from inky to fandango’s latest one word challenge
Not your normal after dinner treat
it’s got two of everything, vanilla scoops, chocolate scoops, brownies, the lot
covered in drizzles of sweet chocolate syrup
even the wafer’s got a dash of cocoa running through it
pudding – a nice light one after that large dinner
unless you really fancy jam roly poly, swimming in custard
decisions , decisions
Salford 24th May 2019
#Apricot #cyw #fruit #acrostic #poetry
A small yellow fruit, with a
Prune like stone in its centre
Ripe on the tree –
It’s colour – yellow, and when
Cut from the stem
often feels furry – much like a peach
Then again – its sweetness is nice at any time
I
Holding on to
One beam of starlight – the
Possibility that , Perhaps
Everything will be ok when the sun comes up
II
Heaven’s Gift,
Over which
People have positive thoughts for
Everything Going Right
Salford 14th September
#Promptuarium #Crabs
A poem for the above picture prompt provided by the promptuarium
Thrown headlong into the fisherman’s basket
the captured crabs jostle about
no ambition to end up as five star dining,
served up by a celebrity chef
so they climb on top of one another
creating a ladder to escape to the blue
with their crafty claws
scurring sideways and overboard
instead of ending cooked and on serving board
Salford 23rd August
a tale of Manchester central, which I knew as G-Mex when I were young (sic)
I
It’s the place
where mighty wheels
rolled over lines of steel
to take you north and south and east
to wonderous places where stress released
II
Slap bang
In the middle of town
The rail network changed – they shut it down
Exciting times lay ahead,
Sport and music from the railways bed
III
Conferences held under railways arch
Entertainment and sport – set among trees of green
Next to connections set up for the place
Travelways and walkways, Roman Wall, Air and Space
Rolling on to Altrincham, Bury and the Quays
And new lines to the home of Man city and the Beeb
Leading to th’ airport and parks and the trees
IV
and just by the tramstop – in the place by the field
the stations old tale is all but revealed
showing the vehicles that stopped at this place
before changes to the line – Piccadilly replaced.
thoughts on today’s daily post from inky.
Yellow Padded bag
Protects Precious items here
Delivered in post
Contents of the bag
Content with its travel
from place a to b
Take care as it drops
surviving the postal fall
careful where you step
14th July 2017
Dusting down the old poetry notebooks again…
An Old poem recovered from my dusty old box of writings, written back in October 2012, when i was reminiscing on my Ambassadorial experiences…and mum and dad were out of the house – so i had to go foraging….
Thursday evening and I’m on the hunt for some tea
after spending an hour in’th museum or three
so i pick up me notebook from BASIC thats laid
and search for a recipe to come to my aid
I hop to the market to buy me some fish
to try and do justice to a most yummy dish
I chop up an Onion and a jar of some sauce
and not forgetting the pasta of course
I boil up some water from kettle to pan
and add the twirly pasta, according to plan
and so it don’t stick, or so it don’t spoil
i add to the pan a drop of veg oil.
I fry off the onion, in the oil in the pan
and then add the fish thats been sealed in the can
and when pasta’s done i then add the sauce
covering every morsel of course.
And when pasta’s bubbling – it’s time for my tea
so i’ll plate up and eat up – turning off the TV.
Loop
like you go around in circles with the pen
Over time, you begin to repeat, going
over and over , changing position each time by degree till a
Pattern emerges on the paper
18th May 2017
A San-San poem – Origins rooted on the Greek Island of Crete
On holiday by a grecian water
I saw a flying insect having some tea
it flew for the pollen from flower to flower
occasionally passing a grecian sun or daughter
it was happy to pass through the flowers this bee
till it was time to head for home
where it spend a passing hour
away from the sun making honeycomb.
