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The Tour of Bolton parish

On Monday,I found a green lolly pop on the early years floors laying down waiting to be picked up.

 

On Tuesday,I saw an art tree full with prayers ready to be read by the head-teacher.

 

On Wednesday,I touched a world globe full with all of the countries waiting for someone to fly to those countries.

 

On ThursdayI smell cheese pie being cooked ready to be eaten by the school dinner kids.

 

On Friday, I Noticed the packed lunches in boxes waiting to be eaten by the year 5 kids.

 

My Weekend at home

 

On Saturday, I heard the beautiful sound of birds chirping,trees rustling and dogs barking.

 

On Sunday,I collected beautiful,soft bird’s feathers to complete my feather collection.

the air ship

Grey skies
flying moor
storm in a teacup
gas cell 4
the clock hands are matchsticks
…
The letting go of everything
in hopes of trimming the airship
this seat is no longer taken
…
In love with a bad idea
the zeppelin and the magnetism
closing in beyond the minimum safe distance
…
Dim blue flame
a psalm of survival:
days and peoples and places
are transatlantic numbers
crawling from the wreckage
the clock hands are matchsticks

The Grand witch

The grand high witch awaits,hiding in the shadows ready to pop up.

Her skin is like a slithering  python,that is sliding away from the sunlight,making sure it doesn’t get burned.

Her wretched  tongue was as ghastly as an abandoned sewer pipe.

Her creepy claws are as sharp as a needle.

Her revolting eyes blazing in the room.

Her worm-eaten head is as revolting as a rotten apple filled with miserable worms.

A monstrous plan swirling in her mind,

splatter,

squelch,

squish,

squash.