The Inkwell
If anyone saw your recklessness
bounding from flower to flower
pinching the finest nectar from each one
I’m pretty sure – they’d be shocked
no wonder the bees are fed up
but people see your pale orange wings
and just smile
not knowing you’ve just done a heist in the garden
#IWM #Airfix #Duxford
A poetry piece by B.F. Kirkham.
There’s a bucket of wings on the table,
but this ain’t no KFC
You’re there with your mates at the ready
and take home a plane for free
You pick up the pieces as listed
the fellow from museum there to help
as your classmates fumble with pieces
and boys and girls start to yelp
Behind you is the perfect model –
they tell you it took men all those years
as part of the wing it does come off
and it almost brings you to tears
Patience – comes call from behind you
as you fiddle with the pieces for a while
it won’t take you long – and you can’t get it wrong
as the teacher gives you a smile
Suddenly it all comes together
the tail end the wings and the prop
resembling that big plane behind you
and its something you don’t want to drop
So you say ta to the model instructor
with your plane that’s been made paid and mended
and your classmates all fly, those planes from time gone by
before the trip to the museum is ended.
#Salford #Birds #Blue #Skies
24th May 2020
Swiftly flying through the blue
a whole host of feathered friends
lift their wings and soar through the air
for while the humans stay indoors
only the odd cat need be looked out for as they
roll about and enjoy the summer air
dancing around the tree tops and saying hello through the windows
#Napowrimo #fly #insect
A fly flew round the mulberry bush
the fly himself got bored
he headed for an open window
and through the air he soared
his little wings a flying
he stopped upon something sweet
he landed on the bowl they were in
and decided to enjoy a treat
but then who should come wondering,
as he came out of the cage
with feathers red blue and green
landing by little flies stage
and the bird had our small friend for dinner
as on the orange he munched
so now say goodbye, to our small friend , the fly
who the birdie has just had for lunch
where did he go ?
that master of the air
flying his plane without a care
he drifted his wings out into the fog
over the plains and the wet soggy bogs
and the plane spotters radioed out to the skies
hoping his plane would return in surprise
but over the radio the controller was in tears
our master aviator …in the skies….disappeared!
#coloryourworld #cyw #inchworm
In time – you’ll become a wonderful thing
Noted for the wonderful patterns on your wing
Caterpillar family – small you may be
Hoping to sleep in the best of the tree
When you are little – you cannot be seen
Out eating the leaves of the trees whilst you’re green
Remaining on trees till you start to take flight
Making small kids smile from morning through night
Mighty mystical creature of folklore old
Your reputation goes before you
Terrorising the neighbourhoods in days of yore
Head of an eagle, body of a lion
Invincible in flight – no knight could catch you,
Capturer of any treasure hunter wanting to get your gold
Altai mountain kings regard you as their guard
Looking after jewels brought up from the caves
Salford, 28th July 2016
Butterfly
by Brian F Kirkham
Born from a tiny little egg
the caterpillar emerges
eating every leaf of green
it moves each every single leg
as it eats and growth it surges
till one day it hides away – to return with wings
it hides away unseen
and then the moment it breaks out – and its colour sings
