The Inkwell#promptuarium #Lockdown #birds
The birds are having a whale of a time
perched as they are on the quay fencing
taking in the rays
of the warm summer sunshine
their only dilemma for today
is when their waiter service is returning
for its great hopping to the waters for take out
but they’re missing their seeds of gold
and some of them have their feathers in a frizz….
word on the bridge is – its down to a bug
point him out they say – we want our feeders back!
Salford , 2nd April 2020
Someone is hovering over Salford’s bins
every day they’ve been seen – on spying missions
and some say – they’re worse than the pigeons
gracefully flying through the skies
until the bins on the waterside are
looking full – likelihood is – they’ll chance their
luck – with a lass coming home from the chippy
“A picture paints a thousand words”
#wordlesswednesday
As its the start of winter, at the toolshed (home of the inkwell)
A piece of artwork on seasonal migration….some of the birds have flown south
The ducks, geese and swans (as usual) have decided to stay by the canal basin
(Attracted no doubt by the free feed cast across the centenary walkway ! 🙂 )
Poem 2 of the word art project – If there’s a topic you would like me to cover – drop me a line on here THANKS!
#poetry #salford #docks #geese #swans #ducks #breakfast
What attracts our feathered friends
to the dock on a sunday morning
you would think they’d be happy
simply swimming over the surface
of the calm waters of the canal
Could it be the man from the council
Spreading sensational delights
on their favourite meeting spot ?
#Octpowrimo #Brokenpieces
Imperial War Museum North, Manchester UK (via the Inkwell), 22nd October 2019
How does someone express the act of war ?
take you through a hundred years
and tell that tale – that no one else can tell anymore.
The man with a vision
took a thing for brewing his cuppa
and changed it into something – iconic
Smashed with a hammer
Earth air and water
came together and reformed
Falling at the side of a waterway
painted by a painter
who’s centre stood next door
And in the evening sunlight
the air shard shone as shimmering light
cascaded off its solid steel
Morning beckons
and the tales from the shards
can be heard across town
from the tales within.
Salford, 1st October 2019
Persons three, go off
venturing the mad waters
of Salfords dockland
Paddles cut movements
through deep canal water
making large ripples
Safety in numbers
all wearing their lifejackets
should their boat capsize
“Silouhette”
The Sun dropped its rays over my back
casting an image of myself over the brick floor
the moment had to be preserved for posterity
so I took I picture of what Ra had painted
the image normally attached to my shoes
“Move the Camera”
Its funny how a couple of steps, or a turn of the body can change the view of what you are capturing.
I was stood by the pontoon of the watersports centre on Salford Quays, when the Canada Geese came up the centenary walkway for their elevenses.
In they came one after the other, heading for a grassy spot by the pontoon where a water bailiff had generously left some bird food across it. They all ate like royalty, and then waddled back down the walkway to the watersports centre, where they hopped in and out of the canal basins
Salford, 11th August 2018
Breakfast time comes early for
Resident aviators in Salford’s skies
each one has their favourite dish
and some occasionally go for the fish
down below in the waters of the dock
caution though…avoids the shock as
resident birds fall on bread and cake
until the sun through the clouds breaks
maybe they know of the change in the air
but they’re happy being fed … so haven’t a care
