7th January 2019
#promptuarium
I’ve been doing the six word stories over Christmas…this piece is inspired by one
The tree may be gone for another year
and the decorations might be back in the box
but around and about the house
there’s enough pixie dust in the air
to bring a smile to a little child’s eyes
#promptuarium
sat by the sea shore
left by some peg legged pirate
locked treasure awaits
uncovered booty
hidden away for decades
awaiting release
precious gold and jewels
lie sleeping in the casket
waiting for a key
Salford, 15th September 2018
#Promptuarium #funfair
The park wasn’t the same since the incident
the big wheel now sits there alone
the funfair moved on – down the road to another town
no explanation given, and silence from its visitors
as gory decoration sways from the wheel
in the northern wind
#Promptuarium #HugeCreatures
we went looking for bugs in the garden
each of us using a magnifier,
every kind of insect was spotted
varying from a caterpillar to a spotty ladybird
in fact many were interested in our
looking glass – 7 weevils in a line looked like monsters!
Salford, 22nd August 2018
Another piece inspired by the #Promptuarium
Many thought you a funny kid
On most nights they’d see you staring into space
Overlooking the positions of the stars and the zodiac
No other subject interested you more
Destiny ? to be the first man to live – on a base on the moon
Until then – you sit out in the garden – plotting your way there
Satellites floating in zero gravity over your head as you
Track your course with telescope, pencil and paper
Promptuarium, 18th August
You meet all sorts in your local park
two furry vermine were scampering past the bowling green
when they both sought my advice on
where the tastiest seeds were
“The Hazel tree is off to the west,
but the Conker tree has started dropping its seeds”
I told them,
they paused , then headed for the conker tree
where they fed like kings
before nodding me a thank you
and scampering for some hazelnut dessert
#promptuarium #Ontheshore
small hot fire burning
from the floating boat remains
captain toasting boat
Remains in a group
Under cover of a palm tree
Shelter above shade
Feasting like a royal
Tomorrow – commences hunt
fish on the menu
Memory of a Moggy
Advanced in his years
Noted for the absence of an
eXistent tail
Cute as can be, wandering down peel harbour
As he looks out for fishy rewards
Tuna a favourite, but he’ll take Mackerel too
4th July 2018
A piece of poetry from inky’s mass of notebooks, with a nod and a wink to the #promptuarium
Scattered like diamonds on black velvet
the sky sparkles like precious cargo
arrays of colours transmitted from light years away
really catching the eye in the way each ‘jewel’ twinkles
some would say – its taken time getting here – but to others – its instantaneous
