The InkwellSalford, 28th December 2019
#Birds #2019 #Christmas
A couple of days into the Christmas season
I thought the birds had all gone somewhere sunny
I would have joined them (if I had the money)
but who should arrive on a Saturday morn
feathers all winded, ruffled and torn ???
Sat on the nest resting on the drain
covered by leaves , protected from the rain
snoozing away without any fear
happy to stay there – until next year!
#fowc #stairs
Some would say – ascending to new heights
travelling by foot between one floor and another
aiming to reach the other floor
in time for your central heating to kick in
relaxing in your cosy sitting spot and watching
snowflakes passing the bedroom window
#Winter #Grass #frost #fowc
You could tell that winter was here
for each blade of grass
was sitting in the place it was rooted
unable to move – why ?
Tiny little ice crystals were holding them tight
only moving for the giant boot
coming across the field
#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
As its the start of winter, at the toolshed (home of the inkwell)
A piece of artwork on seasonal migration….some of the birds have flown south
The ducks, geese and swans (as usual) have decided to stay by the canal basin
(Attracted no doubt by the free feed cast across the centenary walkway ! 🙂 )
Poem 2 of the word art project – If there’s a topic you would like me to cover – drop me a line on here THANKS!
Salford, 23rd November 2019
#Autumn #Signal #Nature #Frost #Ice
The weather’s changing, so I created this colourful arty piece with bits from an old notebook….enjoy the read
Words by inky, Font type : Deathfromabove – Link – HERE
As the Mercury retreats towards its bulb, i’ll be creating more of these.
Making moves on a Salford rooftop
a magpie greets another –
getting comfy on a television aerial
perched as they are , on the corner of the building
it’s blustery and cold – so as soon as they’ve met – they
exit for a more sheltered position – under the cornices of a nearby building
#writephoto
A response to the latest Thursday Photo Prompt from Sue Vincent
Seems the noble prince of the forest
Never misses the opportunity to go for a run
Out in all weathers, but
When it gets too heavy, you will
Find him, under the nearest
Arbour of an evergreen for shelter
Leaves of the evergreen – perfect cover till he
Leaps from under it when the snow has stopped
Salford, 15th September
#CYW #BurntSienna
I recall a leather chair
the smell of it as I sat in it in the morning
it’s sound as I got my back into its folds
it squeaked – like a mouse looking for food
Looking out beyond the glass
in a warm seat
looking out for snowmen
beyond the garden fence
Sitting there quietly
watching the snowflakes
fall to the ground
whilst warming my hands on a hot mug
Salford, 10th March 2019
The wind was brewing up a storm
under the feet of the resident pigeon flock
swirling around and giving
some of our feathered chums – quite a hard time of it.
luckily the nearby building works gave some shelter
expect more tomorrow, as the winds brother comes up for a visit
