Birches growing tall
Straight trunks
Slim and elegant
Seen on Clarice Cliff
Deco pottery
Ceramic classic
Birches move in
Colonise scrubland
Sunset colours
In post it notes
Add atmosphere
Collage of landscape
Industrial memory
Birch collage
Tag: Poem
Cat
Purr said the cat
Hello to you
How do you do?
Hiss said the cat
Your hand is heavy
Please move it.. Now!
Miaow said the cat
Yes I know I sat
On the cushion next to you.
Snore, snored the cat
Yes I am quite fat
And sleeping next to you
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Sleep
Sleep heals
Gives you rest
Helps you to
Win the test
Sleep calms
And gives us ease
Reduces stress
It’s good to seize.
Sleep cures
Or at least defends
Against a world
Which worry sends.
Sleep is good
And makes a life
Acceptable
Despite all strife.
Sunflower in October
Standing tall
Tanding strong
Staked against
The blustery wind.
End of October
But you are
summer sun?
How did you survive?
Oh, no frost
No ice
Just warm winds
Dragged up
From the azores.
You are a late
Summer sun
Still in glory.
My hanging baskets
Still growing
Flowering, expanding
Drinking in light
Leaves green and patterned
Delicate petals
Give calm delight.
I hope they continue
Until the frost
Destroys
Sketching dragons
Doodling dragons
Drawing scales
Digital drawing
Liquid effect
Writhing in the sky
Hovering high
Digital dragon
Tail trailing in the sea.
Tide
In and out
Out then in
Turn about
Sink or swim
Splash and shout
Try to float
water wings
Take a boat
Walk the sand
Paddle in water
Tide turns round
As the moon grows brighter.
Cooked!
A tasty morsel
A solid lump?
No soft and sweet
Moist and crunchy
It was a treat
It turned out good
Now I’m stuffed
With bread, butter and banana pud!
Age
Aging, wrinkled
Face more ridged
Than a fingerprint.
Saggy, baggy
Loss of smooth
Crumpled, crinkled
Twisting, turning
Reshaping
You exchange
All your atoms
Every seven years?
Why are all mine
Second hand!
Elbows
After almost a month I managed to get upstairs and go to bed last night. I knew it would be difficult sleeping after a month on my own. I didn’t realise how pointy elbows are, or how legs have sharp knees! So I wrote this little poem… !
Sleep, I need it
But elbows get in the way
Digging in my ribs
And back
Turning night into day.
What I mean is
I just have to say
That when you’ve
Spent a month alone
Sharing a bed again
Is full of elbows
And knees….
Sharp and pointy
Keeping me awake
Till dawn.
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Mallaband-Brown 