Snowmen migrate for Winter

Summer Snowmen migrate for Winter

Summer Snowmen migrate for Winter
Coils of worm earth solid as stoneGarden mess in turmoil now
Green on green and overgrown

Cook’s food dormant
Veg. plot low

Creepy crawlies all in bed
Hiding from the snow

Creak the doors that swell with moisture
Float the sodden leaves through drain

Compost sleeps and all is quiet
Pitter patter tip toe rain

Apples fridged, fresh imported
Quilted covers cosy toes

Long the shadows, branch lines sorted
Hearth fires spit as each one glows

Cups of cheer on tables welcome
Parties out – no mess to clear

Bring the pot roast to the hungry
Hurry fingers Winters here.

 © Grant

The HoBB was covered in snow. I’d been out taking photos. I sat down by the log fire and started looking at illustrations by Scarf, Tomlinson, Emett, Rackham, and Heath Robinson.  I then did an online search for welders to help me build the hood of a Steam Punk iron forge. As the fire burnt, wrote and edited this poem many times until it appeared to dart like a mayfly at a storytelling round, not always sure of where it is going or where it should land. If you share the moments in the poem you will be in the same mood as I was then. If not, here’s some of the snow images for you:

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Adrian Waldorf – Hmm… fun!, but i don’t see what mood you were in when you wrote it?
GrantoftheHoBB – Thanks Adrian. I was in a fun mood when I started writing the thing, and through writing it, ended up in a “Mood-Swing”
Nocturnal Rogue – I love season themed poems and I enjoyed reading this. My favourite lines were; ‘Creak the doors that swell with moisture
Float the sodden leaves through drain’ Nice!

Danielle N Josh -Great Loved it enjoyed reading it

GrantoftheHoBB – Thanks Danielle.

The Pin Age

We have knocked lumps of smooth flint into pointy bits for arrow heads.
We have carved curves and slabs from demolished trees to create detached cave dwellings.
And soon after creating metal, we cast the dagger and formed the bullet shaped rocket.
We did well, but as each power bubble inflated its supreme power holder, others made more effective pins.

The Pin, by Grant

Equally global for needling cloth together…
Phat’n’ phunky and grouped into 8’s, 3’s, 24’s or ‘mores’ for the back-ends of electric wire connects…
Wrapped co-axially for unbelievable power communication cross cultures…
Bent in Spring to drive time pieces…
Soldered and Pumping multi-message…
Readying the Suburban Universe of Interactive TV Jockeys…
Putting an equal foot on your stairs for Tribal grit…
Totally Trashing the growth in forest devastation…
Aiding Fusion of the F1ip Resource…
Gripping bone to bone …. “how is that ankle?”
Holding back and holding in …
The pin,
the pin.

Irene Clasper – Hahaha…. you really seemed to have covered all Grant superb right did your job really well I really liked the way you put in that question to match the flow!!!
5 months ahead
10 months – in the middle, now.
This moment’s “Thank You” now arrives
Your comment everfresh
Each “ha” still echoes
In the page’s hall
Of thoughtful thoughts
To one, Grant, and beyond to all.
Lady Sapph – This was super quirky, inspiring, and completely immersing.  I love the specks of alliteration which gave it a nice flow and tied the whole piece together. Great job!.

GrantoftheHoBB – Thanks Lady Sapph. Those same words have been used for my illustrations. Maybe the World is trying to tell me something and maybe, just maybe, I’ll open the eyes of my ears and see what it hears.

I’m off to look at a few of your poems now … couldn’t resist!

Thanks again