Into autumn
Hanging baskets wilting
Blue skies
Turn grey
Night comes sooner
Each day
Life persists
Autumn gives some gifts
Fruit so mellow
Mists and fungi
Changing seasons
All below
A stormy sky!
Going over
Tag: Poetry
Spelling…
My friend Esther Chiltons weekly limerick prompt this week was to use the word SPELL somewhere in the five line rhyme. I was rather pleased with what I came up with so here it is…
The witch of the wood cast a spell
But no one could easily tell
For she’d been mistaken
Used the wrong incantation
And turned her broom into a well!
Bad cat poem
My Cat won’t perform
He doesn’t do tricks
He’s not cute or cuddly
Won’t chase after sticks
But he is loving
Likes to purr
Sleeps most of the day
With nice soft fur.
Dancing to sleep
He twirled around
Danced into a ball
Finding a snug corner
On the chair.
Spinning and twisting
Slipping into sleep
Nose under tail.
Comfy, warm, sweet.
Cat on my knee
Cuddly cat
Sits on my knee
Purring and happy
For all to see
He is like a loaf
Paws tucked under
Eyes closed tight
And no wonder
Been out all day
Playing and running
Rolling in the grass
His fur coat sunning
Trying to rhyme
His story together
Is really hard
Whatever the weather!
Send us rain
Send us mares tails that precede rain.
Send clouds full of water
England’s Green is fading
Brown fields abound
River levels dropping
Paddle your canoes no more
Canal boats stuck in place
High and dry on mud!
Give us a cup or two of rain
To water our parched countryside
Let the land drink
Again.
Stoic and Stubborn
My world.
I fight
The paint peels
I hold it tight
I won’t give up
Nor give in
My mind
My sight.
Stubborn is
My friend
Stoic is
My motto
I’m still me
I hope you understand.
I’m strong.
Rose red
Blood red
Deep red
Deep green
Green leaves
Leaves flutter
Flutter like birds
Birds singing
Singing songs
Songs of summer..
My keys
What is the most important thing to carry with you all the time?
A simple thing
But I have my keys
Close by..
If I lose them I panic
I’m stuck without them
Don’t know where
There’s any spare!
Sometimes they go
Where? I don’t know..
Under the clock?
My mind mocks me?
Why can’t I see?
So I keep them safe
Those special
Keys to my heart.
Wanders in cat…
He comes in for 5 minutes
Sniffs his food
Ignores it
Comes and lies down in a loaf
Shaped like a bread
Then gets up
Stares at me
Walks off
Out the catflap.
I’m clearly below his status
I think he’s going to a new home
Someone must be feeding him
But I’ll still love him
Big beautiful boy.
Mallaband-Brown 