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a piece of poetry written by inky back in October 2011.

its had a bit of a brush up….inky.

 

empty windows, front and back

This old terraced house has seen an attack

lined up un boarded on a desolate street

overgrown garden weeds under feet

 

But park yourself a minute..in that old iron chair

take a few seconds to take in the air

theres life in those bricks, and down the whole street

with some plan and attention it’ll all be a treat

 

fix up the windows, paint the walls, add some seats

clean up the wood floors adding rugs to be neat

throw in a cooker, a table a bed

not forgetting kitchen where your family is fed

 

add in a telly, some stuff that is yours

with a lovely bathroom wi waterproof floors

plant your own flowers in garden and see

the return of the wildlife in form of the bees 🐝

 

this unloved old place, can soon be called home

as many a family, spreads out and does roam

it’s the people in the building that make it their own

which confirms that saying ….a house ain’t a home!

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Hard to see through

Opaque

Opaque

On the whole – its hard to see through glass like this

Perhaps , that’s why, instead of windows – it’s used to produce

Antiques of the future – vases and chargers and such

Quaint – in the way the colours scatter through it

Unlike the light , captured by the spectrum of colour

Enjoyed by everyone who sees it – sat on the mantlepiece

Antique brass

#coloryourworld #antique-brass #cyw

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At times you could mistake it for gold

with it’s off yellow patina

Decorating houses 🏡 with things from time gone by

But it’s much more valuable than that

To each wooden door 🚪 its castings and shapes

Bring a smile to those who are greeted by it

As younger successors buckle bridles and shoes

And animals awake their owners

As they knock on front doors around the land

Three coins in the Fountain

Three Coins in the Fountain

Salford, 7th June 2016

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Three coins in a fountain, in a patch of green in a City in Europe

Three coins – thrown in at first light of a Mediterranean Morning

Three coins, shimmering under the blue water

Three coins, magnified in the wet

Three coins, small currency, change for a coffee

Three coins, they shine, One silver – two copper

Three coins, that made a little one smile

Three coins, for three little wishes

Three coins, that travelled quickly – high in the sky

Three coins, that splashed down to a marbled fountain bed