The Inkwell#fowc #sponge
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Something found on the sea shore
perhaps lying lazily around the cockles, whelks and clams
on occasion, travelling by bobbing about the water
numbers of them can be spotted on the seaweed
getting their nutrients for the day from
each drop of seaweed they enjoy
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Supping up the drops of soapy bathwater
propped up by perfumed foam
often sinking below the water line
navigating its way towards the plug hole
gets squeezed during bath time by
excitable kiddies
#writephoto #retreat
Sometimes, there’s a need to
just get away from the hustle and bustle
of the big city.
Find somewhere
quiet and out of the way
and relax
where the air is fresh
the grass is green
and you’re free – from pressures of life
enjoying the peace
and the fresh air
and maybe a tasty bite or two
Watching the wildlife
taking a dip
before taking a dip, yourself
#weather
There must be something
wrong with the thermometer
for the man at the met.office
is suggesting we all
wrap up snug and warm
in the next few days
His colleagues and pals
say “its too warm for snow”
but its hiding in the clouds
while the winds are a go
waiting for a mercury drop
when on the grasses and roofs it’ll stop
So while it’s in clouds
the wildlife will stay
having their fun and playing away
till the flakes of snow land on the ground
and they head for their nests and burrows around
#CYW #Beaver
Builder of some wonderful constructions
every day he’s going down stream for materials
and crafting them so they adapt to his home
versatile in the way he places each stick
each one having its own purpose
rivers brooks and
streams keep moving – but he’s directing the flow
#promptuarium
The multi storey car park
was now under “New Ownership”
Demolition squads turned on their heels
as vines and creepers wrapped themselves
around the concrete pillars
and where the fast and the furious
parked their wonder cars
carpets of wildflowers –
occupied each floor
now resident to squirrel, mole, rat and beaver
abandoned by the humans
taken over by mother nature esquire.
Guard your picnic lunches
as here they come – in packs again
necks peering over bags, looking for
delicacies they can happily chomp on
expect a bit of trouble – as there will be a
ruckus tween feathered friends – over the prize
#fowc #falling
From a considerable height
an acorn and his chums
launched themselves off a
leafy covered tree
in wait, the local wildlife
now waiting for the fruits of the tree, aided by
gravity
Piccadilly Plaza, Manchester.
A response by inky
Among the summer fountains
and stalls for this and that
something from Westminster
landed on ground – Flat
It took local wildlife by surprise
and pigeons they did up and rise
to see this tower – now lying adrift
on their spot they were a little miffed
The fountains spurted in their shock
while seagulls in their turn – did mock
“We thought we didn’t have the power
and now we have to put up with this tower?”
The clock – itself – was quiet that day
as the visiting public made their way
giving the tower some funny looks
as the tower was covered in paperback books
#Socs #Poetry #Mif21
#Promptuarium
wondering over terracotta tiles
passing scents of geraniums and delphinums
trees of deciduous and conifer lining the way
till you reach the wooden door
not as you think – the end of the walk
merely the beginning – as a path twists and turns
passing through woodland and flowery borders
sounds of birdsong and wildlife round every corner
#writeclub
While the humans are sleeping
under the sodium lamps – the animals party
up and down the streets they go
playing in the peoples greens and
carefully trimmed fruit tree
They’re making a wonderous din
crashing over wheelie bins and feasting on the leftovers
all hidden from human ear by two plates of glass
when they are woken by the carnival
it’s just passed on by
Sleeping in their fox holes
or hidey holes in the trees
there’s just the litter pickers patrolling
picking up the remains of the night before
The Inkwell