Rock

Music, Nature

A post in response to the Tuesday Photo Challenge from Inky

Tuesday 26th March 2019

What’s with the guitar Inky ?

I thought i’d start with the musical link – an electric guitar. Clapton, May, Deacon come to mind. It’s loud but in time is methodical, and lyrical – its also the nearest thing to an electrical instrument that doesn’t need a programmer….it does need an amplifier though

Much like the Rocks you find on your average beach….(eh?)

Noisy little rocks on Kos

When the waves smack against the rocks its a bit like a percussion instrument. Depending on your location on the beach, the noises can be soft , hard or downright noisy, as the waves lap slap and crash against the shore

Get the wind to go through the holes in the rock, and you could be mistaken for hearing music being played, as theres a definate sound as the wind makes its way round the rock.

Add a chirp or two following the sound of the rocks and the sea – you have a three piece band 🙂

Reminiscent of something i read in Terry Pratchett’s Discworld Novel Soul Music

Music with Rocks in – Quite a ring to it too.

And all of this is Acoustic….no electric required.

Challenge 30 – No. 28

Poetry, Water

“Depth”

Down among the depths, taken at the Sea life centre, Old Trafford, Manchester


Deep down on the sea bed

Eager crustaceans

Play cat and mouse with

The fishermen up above them, and

Hoping they avoid the fishermans traps as they

Scurry along the sandy sea bed

Weathered

Freedom of Expression, Nature, Photography, Places, Poetry

Another poem by inky

Salford (via Llandudno) , 11th January 2018

Weathered

I like the pebble beach at Llandudno.

each of those stones, has their own tale to tell

time taken over millions of years to form,

then broken up and shaped over another stretch of time

to create the many shapes that come together as a flat bed by the Irish Sea

great for skimming on the surface – if you can find just the right round ones

some of the cast are smooth to the touch and shiny as a button

but a word of caution – wear your shoes – some of these are sharp!

Memories of a glass bottomed boat

Poetry

Rhodes, 18th October 2018

Watched with intent

As Mediterranean blue

Mixed with Aegean aqua

Travelling over waves

As crabs met tentacles

Admiring the land lubbers

Shellfish communicate with conch

The shows about to start

As hermit crabs scuttle towards the bigger fish

In an instant they appear

Waving a fin or a tentacle

In the greenest of blues

Catch of the day

Passes along the hull

To say hello and goodbye

Seasheep

Animals, Nature, Poetry

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#octpowrimo #acrostic #seasheep #underwater

Something on the seabed

enjoys the fare the simple algae provide

as the sea grass grows under their feet

something like what you’d see on the moors enjoys a feast

hopping around the sea bed and

eating his greens…much like a similar beast

existing above the water

perhaps that’s why he’s got a similar name

Escape

Poetry

Salford 14th September

crabs

#Promptuarium #Crabs

A poem for the above picture prompt provided by the promptuarium

Thrown headlong into the fisherman’s basket
the captured crabs jostle about
no ambition to end up as five star dining,
served up by a celebrity chef
so they climb on top of one another
creating a ladder to escape to the blue
with their crafty claws
scurring sideways and overboard
instead of ending cooked and on serving board

Visitor

Poetry

#manchester #northwest

Manchester 23rd August

landed from some far away land

far from out in space

he wanted to experience life at a different sort of pace

he landed at the airport

created a kind of scene

they hadn’t seen someone at customs

quite that kind of green

after getting past the customs

he went off to the hills

experiencing the climbing

the wind the air the chills

and when he’d seen all that

he headed for the beach

and stuck his feet with all twelve toes

in the cool waters he could reach

drying off in a deckchair

having enjoyed his dips

he watched the waves roll into shore

with a box of fish and chips

Seagulls Lament

Animals, Birds, Breakfast, Character, Poetry

#Promptuarium

ow

I suppose you thought that was funny ?

here I am sat by the bins

enjoying what could be my only meal for miles

and you decide to disturb my breakfast

Innocently enjoying the fish in the box

then over my foot comes this big heavy rock

expecting me to just fly away

I was too busy eating – no time to play

If I were human – I might have had words

but thing is being feathered – I’m only a bird

you wouldn’t want my beak coming round you to peck

so why use a big stone – I could have broke my neck!

I should count myself lucky – it wasn’t from a gun….

but disturbing my breakfast – wasn’t much fun

so i’ll return the favour – when you come back from the shop

expect something to land – coming down with a plop!