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Poetry

Alert

#Writeclub #Prompt

11th May 2020

I wrote this in response to the Write Clubs “Home/Alert” Prompt and thought i’d share with my fellow wordpressers – enjoy

Railway

The news from Network Rail rang out

“To make people aware

In the event of an alert

Three sharp blasts

Will be heard from the

Station Masters whistle”

The day carried on

As rushing commuters

Grabbed vital space

Like sardines in tins

Without tomato sauce

But then out of the air

The people were aware

Of a shrill high tone

Three sharp blasts

To chill to the bone

All engines stopped

At signals propped

By station master – No glee

That signal you see ?

He was brewing up tea!

Categories
Poetry Seasons Winter

Sounds of Winter

#ice #snow #winter

Early morning wake up call

the winds are bawling

“Jack frosts been calling”

Dancing with the frost fairies

all across the land

And underfoot, the fallen leaves

have hardened up and stood their ground

deciding not to be pushed around

defiantly cracking as you tread

a sign they’re sleeping – and not dead.

The crunch of frosted grass – like ice

is enough for some to think twice

for as you make your way to your house

creeping into warm like a church mouse

in a nest under tiles, their covered up thrice

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Poetry

Whistle

#Fowc #Whistle #Acrostic

When the pea begins to rattle, the noise

Hits the high notes

It’s time for the action to begin, a

Signal from the official

Time to get underway

Let’s get moving

Excitement – building