Nature Places Poetry


Written for this week’s Photo Challenge from Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie. Photo credit: Aleksandar Pasaric on

They Call it “Modern Living”

as they rise up to the sky

colourful boxes in formation

thirty or fourty miles high

You would definately call it colourful

You could also call it cosy

You could even call it sardine-like

as you give your neighbours a nosy

Some like the format of it all

as they talk to the neighbours ‘cross the way

but some don’t like the shadows

its night in the middle of the day

Balconies round a patch of green

which after sundown, isn’t often seen

watching the clouds pass in the sky

and seeing the odd bird fly by

Animals Cats Character Poetry

Memories of a Tabby Cat

Salford, 23rd October 2019

#Octpowrimo #cat #Memories

They called you crazy – but you were quite a character,

king of the garden and the dining room floor

ignoring the cat food – for sardines or cod

and eating fish batter – which I found rather odd

got into a fuss if little ones picked you up

but clawed for attention – worse than a pup

playing with wool balls – attending your brain

then jumping out th’window – into spring rain

You didn’t like little uns pulling your tail

but would destroy others dinners beyond the pail

dashing to your sleep spot and blanket to hide

hoping you wouldn’t be hurled outside

Sat watching telly – on the rug in the house

occasionally playing with your catnip mouse

flicking your tail, when you wanted a feed

and hiding under the sofa when you did a bad deed

Food Memories Travel

Hot and Cold

Hot and Cold

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “An Odd Trio.”

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It was the day after we’d landed on the Spanish Island of Eivissa.  Dad walked us towards a local tapas bar near to the apartment we’d hired.

“They do really nice fish here – according to the guide” said Mum

Ever resourceful – she’d put our Beach towels on our seats

The waiter came out with our drinks , a beer for dad, a lemonade for mum and orange juice for me and anne-marie,

“Having a starter” asked the waiter

“can I have some soup with my sardines mum ?” I asked

“Gazpacho ?”

Dad Smiled but I didn’t know why – “Er, Yes Please”

He returned in an instant with a plate of mushed up tomato, cucumber and onion, served with crusty bread

I needed Mum’s help to figure out how to eat it – I mean did I have the juice and miss the mushed up vegetables ?  for a few moments – I was puzzled.

Now – Dad may have thought it funny – but I quite enjoyed the concoction – particularly when I mixed my sardines In with it , it was really tasty.  And as the Spanish sun began to rest on the edge of the horizon it was really refreshing – perhaps that was down to the lemon juice in it – or the five ice cubes  floating about the tomatoes!

As for the bones and the fish heads – the restaurant owners cat got those….

And I had no problem with the pudding – icecream set into an Orange…