A piece by inky in response to the in other words prompt
Photo credit: Garak01 from Pixabay.
You always wanted to be different
the other birds shook their heads at
Your topsy-turvy view of the world
but you always raised a smile
when the bottom of your seed tray appeared
They’ve waited around
practicing their manoeuvres
up and down the canal side
mastering approaches
Eyes focused
for a signal
and a time
and a place of green
Spring afternoon
perfect conditions
for old friends
to compete against each other
Superstar sportsmen
can only sit and watch
as gladiatorial battles take place
on the terracotta tiles
Spectators look on
from vaulted vantage points
up high and looking down
on the contest below
As they take their positions
and wait for the starter
spreading the breadcrumbs
across the walkway
Salford 1st March
Like a bullet
It flew down the street
Towards the other side of the dual carriageway and
The waterside
Local cats, couldn’t catch him
Even if they tried – he was too far up to reach
Before our feathered friend
Islands of Plenty – with seeds galore
Ready to be eaten by our feathered friend and his chums
Dropped on a patch of green
#octpowrimo #nature
Salford, 11th October 2018
It’s hard for a seed
To grow up in the big city
As it flies from its mum
And falls to the floor
Drifting in the wind
If lucky, it will land
Onto soft warm soil
But usually, it finds concrete
So it sleeps , and it grows
Fed by the rain
While it finds its own way
Through the sand and the drains
Popping up for sunshine
To the world saying hello
Don’t pull it from the pavement
For a bit, let it grow.
Here’s Another poem on a tree seed Helicopters, feel free to take a look and comment
bold parts of the tree that
reach out towards the warm sunshine
aiming high in the sky, fruits or
nuts usually grow off them. And these
come off the tree when the wood becomes
heavy due to the weight of the fruit
The noise of your partying parrot
Rattling his beak on the bars of his cage
Isn’t so bad – when compared to the racket of
Large seeds falling at speed and
Landing on the bird house floor
Humble little seed
time spent on the tree
biding its time
growing
building up energy
till the inevitable fall
dropping to ground
swiftly
picked up swiftly
and transferred to pots
energy released into
seedling
gathered together
waiting on the western wind
dandelion seed
ready for the off
travelling on the airflow
dancing under clouds
landing in a green
settling down to sleep
new flowers take form
The son of plot a
sets root growing in plot b
as tree line grows
Could it be fate, that
at 11.06 a new king of the schoolyard was crowned ?
In a Hastings school conquest with the town folk watching
Harry saw his hopes and dreams shatter
into a hundred different pieces
over the tarmac floor
But unlike his namesake – he didn’t get any in his eye
Putting the bootlace back in his pocket
he sought reflection, under a nearby Horse chestnut tree
Maidens hearts fluttered as the crowd jumped and cheered
whilst lads in the playground greatly revered
the conker as hard as a diamond….
and its owner – William – the Conkeror!
A small note from inky…readers might be curious on the time in the piece….1066 transposed on a digital clock…and there’s 60 mins in an hour😉
This poem was originally written for Allpoetry.com
I’m posting it under the Daily post Challenge Tree
by Brian F Kirkham
He shelters birds from passing rain,
and watches it flow down nearby drains
he protects those animals that don’t like to be pinned
by that autumnal passing wind
The Horse Chestnut Tree, is an amiable chap
and when all is quiet, he’ll take a nap
There’s only one thing – That drives him bonkers
when kids climb up him to pinch his conkers!
Dormant