my second inktober


This time I took Jake Parkers’ Inktober prompts and wrote a poem.

The format posted on instagram was a little different with the text placed below the frame within the image.
You can see it here.

My first Inktober was 2017, and you can find that here. 

my second inktober

This time, I took Jake Parkers’ Inktober prompts and wrote a poem.

The format posted on instagram was a little different with the text placed below the frame within the image.
You can see it here.

My first Inktober was 2017, and you can find that here. 

On a coldish day in winter,
Ted rings on Badger’s bell.
“Would you like to come a-fishing
in the frosty dingly dell?”

01 ring

So Brock pulls on his slippers,
and hurries out to greet
his chum, with one eye open,
the other full of sleep.

02 mindless

Ted bursts in all excited:
“Do you have a worm for bait?
Maybe hidden in your cupboard,
my grumpy sleepy mate?”

03 bait

With bait and hook and tackle
the chums begin their quest.
The weather, it is freezing.
So Brock has donned his vest.

(and his boots and his plastic mac and a binbag just in case)

04 freeze

“Just one thing I’ve forgotten,”
Admits Teddy, rather coy –
“We’ll need a boat for fishing!
Let’s build one now, my boy.”

05 build

Brock with eyes all kind of narrow
coughs a husky kind of grunt,
“How could you miss that essential,
You silly blooming cupcake?

06 husky

But soon the boat is ready,
and the boys are rather proud.
For their craftsmanship has drawn
an enchanted little crowd.

07 enchanted

They are soon out on the water,
though their vessel’s rather frail.
For the track down to the lakeside,
is a rather bumpy trail.

08 frail

The air is clear and frosty,
the water cold and wet.
The chums swing out their fishing hook –
a fishy for to get.

09 swing

Oh look! They’ve caught a whopper!
A giant for goodness sake!
See: it drags them through the water,
leaving patterns in their wake!

10 pattern

Now fluttering down from heaven
come magic frozen shapes.
The air’s a sparkling wonderland
of tender fragile flakes.

11 snow

Meanwhile their jolly fishy
has surprised the plucky pair
by jumping from the water –
and soaring in the air!

12 dragon

But fishy has a cough, it seems
the cold has caught his throat.
The cough itself is rather hot.
Oh look! It’s singed the boat!

13 ash

The chums stare up in wonder,
as their catch has upped and flown.
For fishy is enormous!
He seems quite overgrown.

14 overgrown

So next day, back at Badger’s
they leaf through Brock’s old books
to read the ancient legends,
of what others caught on hooks.

15 legend

The stories tell of wild times,
of strong mysterious folks,
who battled fearsome monsters,
while wearing pretty cloaks.

16 wild

One tale describes the magic
of an ornamental pin.
The Sultan’s Fibule, it was called.
Then Badger, with a grin. . .

17 ornament

said “Grandpa had one just like that.
It’s there, on his old cloak.
I wondered why he kept the thing,
it never fit the bloke.”

18 misfit

The boys rush to the attic,
as they catch each other’s eyes.
They sling stuff to the left and right,
until they find the prize.

19 sling

They read an incantation
They sing and dance and hop
The pin with a little sparkle
begins to fizz and pop!

20 tread

Appearing out of nowhere
on the table, in the house,
pops a treasure chest of treasure,
and a pretty little mouse.

21 treasure

But what is this that happens,
Before their startled eyes?
The mouse turns big and spooky!
Our chums run for their lives.

22 ghost

There’s no escape for Ted and Brock
from the weird and scary mouse.
The ancient creepy rodent
has chased them from the house!

23 ancient

They run around in circles
See, Brock’s cape has fallen off!
But then, with a noise like thunder,
arrives that fish who had the cough!

24 dizzy

He barbecues the mousey
and eats him with a crunch.
Which seems to prove that ghosts have bones
and can make a tasty lunch.

25 tasty

Now the dark of night is drawing in.
It’s bed-time for the pair.
This really has been some weekend,
with adventures here and there.

26 dark

For Brock has lost his cloak and pin,
(They’d earlier lost the boat.)
and now he’s feeling rather cold,
so Teddy lends his coat.

(this frame vies with enchanted imho for the crappiest drawing of the month award)

27 coat

The monster fishy gives the pair
a ride.  Hear Badger call,
”You know, now I come to think of it,
this thing’s no fish at all!”

28 ride

And now their steed has brought them home
and set them at their door.
Ted sees his friend is in-jur-ed;
(or at least – a little sore.)

29 injured

Now Ted gets philosophic,
”It seems, with a magic spell,
there’s always a catch.” He continues,
”Like that Zombie mouse from hell . . .

. . . But when said and done we’ve won the day,
despite that rotten glitch.”

30 catch

So our friends live on to a ripe old age.
And filthy stinking rich.

31 ripe



phew – it was a real challenge to keep up this work consistently every day while travelling through Europe in a campervan – here are a few of my favourite ink layers . . .