The Inkwell
In order to save their bosses some cash
the boys in charge of pruning
on the posh side of the road
gave the walkways arbors
really serious hair cuts
people were amused (or aghast)
as the trees they walked past
cautiously walking over in their shoes, pumps or boots
raised bricks caused by lumps of the trees roots.
Salford 5th December 2017
A poem originally wrote by inky for Allpoetry.com, now making an appearance here as the christmas embargo is officially over!
(wrote on St Andrews Day….)
I’m writing on St. Andrew’s Day,
to make a festive plea.
Don’t neglect mother nature
for the sake of a Christmas tree.
Now, before you all yell “Humbug!”
at my festive rhyme
consider if you will the subject
that i’m spending the time.
yon Scots pines have been up in the highlands,
where its taken some time to grow
for some forester to swiftly chop it down
with one or two axe blows
“Its tradition!” I’ll hear the hardened
who don’t listen to my plea
they say it’ll thrive – its not even alive
as the needles fall from the tree
So get yourself one in a bucket
one wi fresh branches and shoots
after chrimbo and snow – it’ll continue to grow
in a place where it’ll spread its roots
and you’ll see it in garden each winter
as it grows upon year after year
and the children will play, wi the toys on the day
the tree brings the Christmas Cheer
An acrostic by inky, in response to the daily post prompt
Some people – call it the ground
One of natures building blocks
If you looked at it – from deep below – you would call it
Life itself
Several different creatures – they call it home
On occasion , they climb out of their earthy house for a drop of sun
Insects , worms and nocturnal mammals
Like living underground
Some plants – enjoy being
Outside, like trees and bushes, whilst others like
Indoors, mostly because of the weather – all are
Linked by the substance around their roots
24th august 2017
they say everybody has roots.
those tiny little things that define history
traces of who you are, set in your DNA.
back when I was studying at university for my HND, I got the opportunity to research my family tree
looking back through birth records…to draw up a computer program connecting the dots.
starting from little sis and me, and mum and dad, their brothers and sisters, and granddad and grandma 👵
this seedling was grown on strong foundations … when I dug deep into the archive , with a little help from imperial war museum north, I found a tale on my Great Grandfather, on my dads side who fought in World War I.
and by following the path of the family tree, I found the answers to the tales told around the kitchen table.
it might be the genealogical cross tween a bonsai tree and and an elm, but my family tree is pretty big … and I’ve found roots that I never even knew existed.
its an ongoing project…but I’m enjoying the digging.
A response to the prompt Roots
by Brian F Kirkham for the Inkwell
Salford 8th May 2017
Like any other little seed,
you need time to grow
grasp the air
spread some branches
And when the time is right
charged with energy and excitement
you’ll take your own flight
before landing on the soil of your choice
But remember your past
for the time will have passed
and contemplate the time
passed through movement and rhyme
for its time to develop
and grow new shoots
but dont forget family
the place of your roots
Take a moment, little acorn
Really, little a – you’re going places
Everyone expects you to be food for the wildlife, but in the
End, great things are coming
Together with your brothers and sisters, you’ll
Rest in warm, brown soil over autumn and winter – only to
Emerge in the spring, when its a little warmer
Expect a little support from the gang in green
Towards the spring and then summer
youll begin to spread your shoots
no more a little acorn
a tree that’s spreading its roots.
