The Inkwell
#Olympic #Cycling #Madison
Medals of precious medal
are the prize as the athletes
dart around the track on their cycle relay
in search of the top three positions
some say bronze and silver are runners up –
of course everyone wants gold…..in reality
no one wants to be fourth
#writephoto
A little lad
threw a pound coin
down into rich brown soil
his dad sat watching smiling
as the lad he worked and toiled
But one day, in the summer
to everyone’s surprise
a stalk of silver colour
started to arise
and when the plant did flower
to the little lads glee
Blue and Orange and Purple Flowers
looked like Mum and dads money
Now the family kept it a secret
in case others paid garden a view
for the PM said there’s no money tree
apart from this one – they said – it’s new
#napowrimo #chocolate #rituals
a sweet piece by inky
You stood in the newsagent
observing the aisles
like an aztec worshipper
in front of a chocolate altar
Armed with your golden coins
you lifted up the chosen bar
and waited to pay at the till
The foil shone under the lamps
as you caught a sly smell
the waiting would be worth it
Golden coin for for chocolate heaven
now rubbing the bar , releasing that smell
as you take your time, with each square
A brisk Snap, an expectation
A scent of flavour, a delactation
A chocolate piece melts, a taste sensation
#writephoto #silver
Should any foolhardy person want to go treasure hunting
it’s not the treasure horde of a
long lost pirate down in that water
view you see is merely Ra peering at himself in a mirror
even if you went down into the depths
reflections would evaporate….and you would only be saying Hi to fish.
Salford 16th May 2020
Following on from yesterday’s oulipo here’s my go of an Oulipo based on Walter de la mare’s poem – Silver
Here’s my take :-
Slowly silently now the moose
walks the nightmare in his simian shoon
this way and that he peers and sees
Simian fry upon simian tremeloes
One by one the cashiers catch
his bearskins beneath the silvery thegn
Couched in his Kernel, like a logjam
with paybeds of simian sleeps the dogfish
From their shaky cotton the white britches peep
of downs in simian fed sleep
a heap mouthpiece goes scampering by
with simian claws and simian eye
and moveless fishmongers in watercolour dream
in simian reels in simian streams
I watched
with my feet still sat in wet sand
as the evening skies faded
like a fire in outer space
day turned slowly into night
and silver fish still circled
as a central point of
fire and ice
waited for the many moons
in the grecian sky to settle in their spots
like diamonds in the sky
The colour seeped out of the image
as the dial on the camera was turned
in seconds, pastel colours turned into shades of grey
as the metallic silver objects shined
#Coloryourworld #cyw #silver #metallic
Some say they prefer it to Gold
it’s the way the
light falls on it you see
venerated by wise men and pirates alike
everyone knows – this precious metal – is secure in its place
revered by every smith that works it and every miner that hews it from the ground
#Coloryourworld #cyw #royalpurple
Perched on her majesty’s head
Under the frame of silver and jewel
Royal colour emits from the crown
Perhaps – it denotes her status – as head of her church
Like priests and bishops wear the colour in spring at mass in parishes up and down
England, Ireland, Scotland and Wales
For as long as prospectors keep talking
Oregon’s wagon trail has attracted people far and wide
Round the wild valleys they roam
Trekking around the carved out valleys for
Unforetold riches from the Horde of Coins
Navigating the challenging terrain can be difficult
Enjoy your quest – but expect trouble along the gold scattered route.
The Inkwell