play – Rhythm of the Ink

Oct 22, 2018Oct 30, 2020 Markey Mark Symmonds autumn, Blog, Blogger, Boots, cold, neighbourhood, play, Poetry, poets, season, Uncategorized, weather, words

The Fall

Autumn leaves fall from the trees, dancing their way to the ground on the breeze. Fiery colours line the avenues and streets, dappling the low sun as the horizon it meets.
Summer fades, gradually holding on to the sun’s last heat, like it’s dying and struggling for its last heartbeat. Children run and jump and kick the leaves, wearing hats and scarves with boots upon their feet.

The council pile the leaves so high and neat, until flailing feet they meet. With an explosion of colour, the flames of the fire take to the sky once again, until onto the earth they retire, rotting and mulching as they expire.

Cold mornings, frost on the grass, brisk winds whispering behind window glass. Roads and paths freeze with speckles of diamonds and glass, glistening in the light of the headlights that pass.

Comforting food in stewing pots with dumplings like giant spots, warming the insides of frozen bodies, curled up with hot toddies and blankets wrapping intertwined bodies.
Autumn fades as darkness pulls down its shade as winter gloom comes on parade.

Sep 22, 2018 Markey Mark Symmonds balloon, Blog, Blogger, neighbourhood, play, poem, Poetry, poets, Uncategorized, words

Bubbles

Bubbles floating in the air, young eyes stand and stare. rainbows popping in the air. Smokey bubbles burst with a puff wispy white against the backdrop of night.

Bubbles floating at every height, children running jumping with all their might. Little faces full of glee playing with bubbles until its time for tea.

Linking bubbles making new shapes, over the ground they make their escape. Then comes the biggest bubble of all, gently blown until it falls, still that pack of bubbles entertains and enthrals.

Sep 18, 2018 Markey Mark Symmonds Blog, play, poem, Poetry, poets, Uncategorized, words

Touch Me

Slowly touch me, caress my body with your fingers, let this tingling feeling linger. Let this feeling resonate like the voice of a singer. Feel me shudder as sweet words I utter and free my mind from daily clutter. Just concentrating on where you choose to wallow, savouring each and every hollow.

Calming my spirit, my racing heart, that sensation I love right from the start. You move in patterns as though it is some kind of art, this feeling is tearing me apart. I want to touch you caress and hold you, but I never want this feeling to depart. So, I lay there just admiring the painter applying her art.

Then comes the climax there is no holding back as you find the erogenous pathway and I struggle to hold my emotions at bay. Until finally I must let go, to show you what you have done, the final rush of feeling, the moan, the sigh as I realise that the end of this feeling is nigh.

Jul 7, 2017 Markey Mark Symmonds Blog, Blogger, flash fiction, play, poem, Poetry, short story, Uncategorized

Shades of Darkness

Night has arrived with all its shades of dark, changing when they meet an obstacle or just stretch over the park, the beauty is undeniable of these many shades of dark. Night sky blueish black with tiny pin pricks of light from the stars, light shimmering in this dark facade. Jet black trees meet the lighter skyline, depicting the scariness of the forest so fine, a home to wild creatures you only see at nighttime.

The darkness of the houses silhouette against the sky, some are lit with multi colours from Windows on high. Some are all in darkness tainted by the patterns of the bricks, no window lights as the occupants lie tucked up in their warm beds asleep for the long night.

The darkness on the ground changes from left to right depending on how much is contaminated by light, in the dark shadows where few tend to go, midnight creatures are heard scurrying to and fro. My eyes start to adjust to see the greys and blacks that make up this night time landscape, where light does not drape.

In the darkness, light still comes and goes, but darkness and shadows still interlocking flow. As the sun comes up the darkness subsides, shadows of trees swaying colours from side to side. The day time is so beautiful, but, so is the night, I really can’t decide which one I like.

May 31, 2017 Markey Mark Symmonds Blog, Blogger, flash fiction, love, play, Poetry, short story, Uncategorized

Playground

Black safety surfaces highlight the bright colours of the playground with children all around, they climb and run and jump, on metal frames and trains. they imagine they are climbing a mountain to rescue fair maids and gallop away.

Driving a train passenger laden picking up knights and maidens. A large swing hangs like a disc, carries several children on the journey they wish. Slides and roundabouts all to wear the kids out. then comes the ice cream, it cools them down in the mid-day heat, a real treat, strawberry sauce real sweet. Back to their play and imagination all day, dancing and singing and rocking in the sun’s rays. Play in a group or just on their own, there is plenty to do until it’s time to go home.