The Rebel

Poetry, Schooldays

#Fowc #Rebel

Salford, 6th July 2019

the one everyone remembered at school

not breaking the rules, just bending them

wearing skirts just above regulation

and turning up just in time avoiding detention

her fellow classmates – adored her act

popularity in the school yard ? – an absolute fact

but the lad in the library – reading his books

was the one she was after – if only he looked.

District

Acrostic

#FOWC #District

Down in the city

is a network of streets and buildings

some find it puzzling – so

to aid the visiting traveller

regions of the big city have been broken up

in an attempt to make things easier

city dwellers, can’t see these dividing lines though

to them – we all live in the same place

Bananamania (V2)

Acrostic

#CYW #Bananamania

Two bunches of Bananas
Two Bunches of Bananas


Bright Yellow, when ripe

A favourite at lunchtime

Noted as a treat for most primates

And eaten, on its own or

Notably tween two slices of bread, or

As a pudding,

Maybe, covered in custard

Apes enjoy them – diced and with the skins on

Now, I like them baked, with a drop of

Ice cream….

Anyway you have them – they’re delicious!




Baked Bananas

By the time you’ve read this

A pair of bananas

Nestled in Tinfoil with Chocolate and Marshmallow will

Arrive on a plate ready for eating

Nice with any sort of ice cream

A favourite pudding after tea!

Creativity

Art, Arts, Freedom of Expression, Poetry, writing

#freedomofexpression #iscriblr

painting of a harbour on an island. Crete. source: Brian F Kirkham

Creativity

reality is – its your own

expression – you can do it through

a range of forms – music, dance, photography, or art

the choice is really down to you

if you want to make something – do it

versatility is the name of the game

indeed, what you make could be read, listened to, watched or eaten

there’s a host of things you could do to showcase your talent

you never know, if you don’t give it a try

Mist

Acrostic, Poetry, Weather

17th June 2019

#fowc #mist

The morning light falls

through fallen marshmallow

difficult to look through

just by looking

lights dipped low

as it slowly whirls around

noting the man in the reflective orange

encouraging you to slow down

familiar landmarks

obscured in the vapour

gravitate closer as you get near

greater fear – the mist gets denser – when

you find yourself chasing shapes