The Inkwell#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.
#Octpowrimo #Brokenpieces
Imperial War Museum North, Manchester UK (via the Inkwell), 22nd October 2019
How does someone express the act of war ?
take you through a hundred years
and tell that tale – that no one else can tell anymore.
The man with a vision
took a thing for brewing his cuppa
and changed it into something – iconic
Smashed with a hammer
Earth air and water
came together and reformed
Falling at the side of a waterway
painted by a painter
who’s centre stood next door
And in the evening sunlight
the air shard shone as shimmering light
cascaded off its solid steel
Morning beckons
and the tales from the shards
can be heard across town
from the tales within.
#Octpowrimo #Broken
more than one penny dropped
on the fall to the ground
vision went haywire while
every single memory
moved around like scrambled eggs
expectation – another rendezvous with the
neurological ward
to fix the problems caused by the drop
A silver medal winning piece on telling stories
Words on a page
are like keys to a door
opening to a vision
I want to gallop
cross moor and fields
in the light of the morning sun
I want to be a detective
solving mysteries
and do it all before lunch
and perhaps after tea
I want to be the leader of men
or wolves or dwarves or trolls
and go on an adventure
and see where fate it rolls
Some they call them fairy tales
but you know – it never fails
that upon hearing tales of this kind
it sparks new visions in the mind
