The Inkwell#writephoto #prompt
Family sit on the bank,
they’ve been doing this for years
keeping an eye out for their neighbours
providing cover from the atlantic wind
for the plants, and sometimes an animal or bird
and giving shade to the pretties in pink
their reward for this task
watching the breakers
coming in to the shore
Salford, 31st March 2020
A poem on the sun going down by inky – its been published by Forward Poetry, appeared on Luna’s blog at Lunatheblog.com and now its back home – enjoy the read………
The pebbles on the shore
were picked up and stacked
for skimming on the sea
Stacked with care
Precariously balanced
The wind made them wobble
The sun watched as
it created shadowy silhouettes
around the sandy shore
Till the tide began to turn
and the stack on the shore
alerted the little ones
The pebbles on the shore
told the children playing on the sand
it was time to go for dinner
#Octpowrimo #Ocean #Sea
Sat on a boat in the Sunshine
enjoying the ocean blues
as the sealife swims alongside
Shoals of
excitable marine life
are following the line of the boat
Slicing through the waves
each passenger lifts up slightly
as the boat goes up a touch
#freedomofexpression #iscriblr #countdown #creativity #beach
Soon it will be summer,
Under the shade we will be
Making sandcastles on the shore
Moments away from the sea
Expect a visit from a fish or two
Reacting as you dip your toes in the waters
#promptuarium #Ontheshore
small hot fire burning
from the floating boat remains
captain toasting boat
Remains in a group
Under cover of a palm tree
Shelter above shade
Feasting like a royal
Tomorrow – commences hunt
fish on the menu
Salford (Via Llandudno), 14th June 2017
Four sets of feet walking in line on the beach
As you follow the line of footprints
Patterns begin to emerge
as footprints snake from east to west
smaller feet seemingly running rings around the big ones
but as we reach the end of the walk
these little feet disappear
washed away by northern water ? – No!
on their way to Fish and Chips
a little one has had his pips
his battery – is a little whacked
so Grandad has given him a piggyback.
Early morning sunrise 🌅
the fishing boats crews asleep in bed
no one here but me and the sea 🌊
stillness of air and silence
only broken by the smallest of waves
lapping on the shore
burying my toes into uncharted sand
and tiny pebbles washed by the sea
enjoying the silence and the slightest of breezes
In response to Shine
Set against the white sand
it shimmers in the sunshine
resting against a rock
with fellows of the seashore
its translucent colour
could catch any ladies eye
Take up your brush
and paint the sky
a brilliant pastel blue.
Add in a warm yellow sun
and fluffy white clouds too,
add in a horizon – a building or two!
Colour your seas an aqua blue
and if you want , or if you wish
add some big silvery fish
On your shoreline add to reds
to the sandy rocks by the bed
Add a boat green that’s painted bright
and a lighthouse that’s painted white.
Not forgetting those men with the nets
wearing bright yellow – you cannot forget.
Shadows of seagulls, in the distance black,
as nets pull full nets to the harbour back.
Caught in a moment
by time in a rock
To this creature of the deep
it must be a shock
The old sea snail rests
by the sands of the bay
stoic and silent
with nothing to say
It’s given up swimming
in the waters of blue
nested in th’ rock face
with others there too
In its time our dear seasnail
had plenty to say
but its not with its cousins
in the water of the bay
Its encased in the stone
on the shore (known as lime)
that built up in th’past
(or prehistoric time)
But the children on the shore
to the sand dunes they flock
to see sea-snail resting
in its home in the rock
