The InkwellMany of the tin toys seemed to want to be near the new guy
Arriving as he did out of the box, like a bolt from the blue
Gravitas – you might call it
Noted from day one –
Everyone wanted to be near him
Though in truth – they didn’t know why
In time, his popularity would go away , but for now they’re
Collected around him
As regular readers of my blog will know, I’ve been shifting things around to accommodate my new bits of aerial artwork, namely my quickbuild planes from airfix
They’re now all happily parked on the top of my bookshelves, so when little paws show up with my sister…they won’t get accidentally broken
However, this has meant the little Disney toys I picked up from the Disney store in Manchester have had to find a new spot to sit.
They’re now sat on a lower bookshelf looking after the books, which they’re sat in front of. This means my nephews can pick them up and play with them as they want, without disturbing any of the squadron.
#Octpowrimo
He’s the height of my thumb
and small as can be
dwarfed by my mug of cocoa or tea
but he’s happy as can be
among the toys and bricks
putting together those coloured ones that stick
and exploration is fun, so he’ll spend his time
climbing that mug, mentioned in this rhyme
It’s not easy being me….
I took a fall from a window
and went into flight
aided by the northwest wind
I went to pieces, without assistance
My head and legs went different places
I thought – “that’s it!” – and went to bits
as i thought i’d played my aces
But from the kerb and the grass
i saw a hand pass
and head and body did rise
(to my upmost surprise!)
I looked up at the lad,
as i went good from bad
and we headed back home
a new place to roam
So i sit on the shelf, thankful for health
with other model toys – oh joy of joys
enjoying my place – in my safety of space
and spending time as i can – a new lego man.
#fowc #middle
Top shelf of life ?
hardly!
reality is it might look like he’s in the middle, but
everyone knows he’s the one they want to
engage with.
Salford 2nd January 2019
#christmas #newyear
If you find this post a little scrambled, there is a reason
Six hours kip doesn’t do much for the festive spirit
But just what do you do after new year ?
Back to work or school after two weeks away
If you’re a kid all you want to do is play
With all those toys you pulled with name under tree
And played all week , your time is free
But now clock has chimed…schools calling for you
And work says mum and dad is needed too
While all the time the tree is in the corner with toys
That gave you a surprise, and some extended joy
Salford 16th December 2018
Morning after the night before
The scene….reminiscent of a burglar
Objects festooned across living room and kitchen
But there’s not a window smashed
Or door broken
Instead, two happy little faces are found
Among brightly coloured carnage
Playing with the toys
That Santa has left behind for them
#cffc #thingspeopleplaywith #octpowrimo
perplexing
confusing
trialling
three words to describe an imagine puzzle
they arrive at the recipients house…fully completed
seems easy doesn’t it ? The simplest of objectives
dismantle and reconstruct
my advice….leave them in the cellophane
if you value a shred of your sanity
for once opened….it’ll take it bit by bit.
#Toystory #Memories #Childhood
Salford 6th September
I can see them now
scattered around on the floor
those little bricks that stuck together
some square – some rectangles
some red, some yellow, some blue, some green
we made trees and houses
for the little lego people
that rode around in the cars
on the stubbily green grass outside the house
we’d just built
Salford 5th December 2017
A poem originally wrote by inky for Allpoetry.com, now making an appearance here as the christmas embargo is officially over!
(wrote on St Andrews Day….)
I’m writing on St. Andrew’s Day,
to make a festive plea.
Don’t neglect mother nature
for the sake of a Christmas tree.
Now, before you all yell “Humbug!”
at my festive rhyme
consider if you will the subject
that i’m spending the time.
yon Scots pines have been up in the highlands,
where its taken some time to grow
for some forester to swiftly chop it down
with one or two axe blows
“Its tradition!” I’ll hear the hardened
who don’t listen to my plea
they say it’ll thrive – its not even alive
as the needles fall from the tree
So get yourself one in a bucket
one wi fresh branches and shoots
after chrimbo and snow – it’ll continue to grow
in a place where it’ll spread its roots
and you’ll see it in garden each winter
as it grows upon year after year
and the children will play, wi the toys on the day
the tree brings the Christmas Cheer
