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.
This time, I took Jake Parkers’ Inktober prompts and wrote a poem.
On a coldish day in winter,Ted rings on Badger’s bell.“Would you like to come a-fishingin the frosty dingly dell?”
So Brock pulls on his slippers,and hurries out to greethis chum, with one eye open,the other full of sleep.
Ted bursts in all excited:“Do you have a worm for bait?Maybe hidden in your cupboard,my grumpy sleepy mate?”
With bait and hook and tacklethe 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)
“Just one thing I’ve forgotten,”Admits Teddy, rather coy –“We’ll need a boat for fishing!Let’s build one now, my boy.”
Brock with eyes all kind of narrowcoughs a husky kind of grunt,“How could you miss that essential,You silly blooming cupcake?
But soon the boat is ready,and the boys are rather proud.For their craftsmanship has drawnan enchanted little crowd.
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.
The air is clear and frosty,the water cold and wet.The chums swing out their fishing hook –a fishy for to get.
Oh look! They’ve caught a whopper!A giant for goodness sake!See: it drags them through the water,leaving patterns in their wake!
Now fluttering down from heavencome magic frozen shapes.The air’s a sparkling wonderlandof tender fragile flakes.
Meanwhile their jolly fishyhas surprised the plucky pairby jumping from the water –and soaring in the air!
But fishy has a cough, it seemsthe cold has caught his throat.The cough itself is rather hot.Oh look! It’s singed the boat!
The chums stare up in wonder,as their catch has upped and flown.For fishy is enormous!He seems quite overgrown.
So next day, back at Badger’sthey leaf through Brock’s old booksto read the ancient legends,of what others caught on hooks.
The stories tell of wild times,of strong mysterious folks,who battled fearsome monsters,while wearing pretty cloaks.
One tale describes the magicof an ornamental pin.The Sultan’s Fibule, it was called.Then Badger, with a grin. . .
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.”
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.
They read an incantationThey sing and dance and hopThe pin with a little sparklebegins to fizz and pop!
Appearing out of nowhereon the table, in the house,pops a treasure chest of treasure,and a pretty little mouse.
But what is this that happens,Before their startled eyes?The mouse turns big and spooky!Our chums run for their lives.
There’s no escape for Ted and Brockfrom the weird and scary mouse.The ancient creepy rodenthas chased them from the house!
They run around in circlesSee, Brock’s cape has fallen off!But then, with a noise like thunder,arrives that fish who had the cough!
He barbecues the mouseyand eats him with a crunch.Which seems to prove that ghosts have bonesand can make a tasty lunch.
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.
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)
The monster fishy gives the paira ride. Hear Badger call,”You know, now I come to think of it,this thing’s no fish at all!”
And now their steed has brought them homeand set them at their door.Ted sees his friend is in-jur-ed;(or at least – a little sore.)
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.”
So our friends live on to a ripe old age.And filthy stinking rich.
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 . . .