Chapel Street, Salford 2018
They reclaimed the bricks and numbered each one
as the diggers did their thing
the builders saving a theatre wall
you could almost hear them sing
artwork by the cathedral doors
in colours you’d never expected before
bright neon on the way to town
spread across bricks orange/brown
numbers alive – a wonderful dream
a sight like Neapolitan ice – cream
and for four days – the bricks were talk of the town
before the builders tore them back down
Originally posted by Inky on Allpoetry.com
Now posted for your reading! Enjoy
Do you like building? well, I do! I’m stood amongst my creations, with my great arm, aloft in the air. It’s a thankless task this job I do, but you’ll never hear me complain – oh, no, no, no. You see, the ants down below are building something grand! And although a pot of sand doesn’t weigh a lot for an ant, when there’s thirty or forty pots in just one bag – and there’s a big wooden palette of a thousand bags to be taken to the fifteenth floor, it can be a great strain on a whole host of ants.
And that’s where my friend’s the four-wheelers come in, You see. The ants use the four-wheelers to move things around, FLT lifts things about whilst Dumper moves all sorts of things around the site, and Mix – well you should see her make concrete…and Digger is just the four wheeler for making holes
But they haven’t got a great arm like me…
So I help them, and they help me.
And that’s where my great arm comes in to play
You see, the four wheelers do great things but even FLT can only lift so high, so when I’m needed, I move things from east to west, and up and down. It’s great fun watching the things move in the air. I watch the things as they move with grace through the air. Its like being a magician…one minute the bricks are here and the next, they are there! One place to another – From A to B. It’s all me. I have lots of fun moving the sand and the bricks and the steel.
But, I have to be careful when I play my game of “Stack and Lift”, so I have a little ant to help me. Each morning, he wakes me up. and when it’s time for me to do my thing, he directs to the next building blocks and tells me which ant or four wheeler I need to get them to.
And when the day is over, and the ants have left for the day, as the four wheelers sleep I stand and watch the lights cascading on the things I’ve helped to make. Before its time for the lights to go out and for me to go to sleep, I watch the glow worms shine their lights about below. It’s fun to watch them moving about but they’re not as pretty as the moon and stars beaming brightly above my head.
So I watch them for a while, and then I go to sleep,
with my great arm high in the air.
an acrostic on by inky about Stowell spire on the corner of Trafford Road , in Salford
Soaring up to the heavens
Perhaps it be fitting – the old church spire be
Illuminated – lighting up the
Roads and pavements around it
Everybody knows it as a local landmark
Thursday 26th April 2018
Camera used : Nikon D3100 with 50mm Lens
Sat in the toolshed (my workspace, where i compose this blog)
I took this photo in response to the photo challenge Lines as theres an awful lot of them in it.
with the feathered friends elsewhere – i saw the lines of solar panels on the roof – all set out in formation
then there’s the lines of branches in the tree behind the house
Lines of tiles lining the roof in very tidy order
and last but not least the lines of bricks in the end wall of the semi detached house
Manchester Town hall, St Peter’s Square Manchester
All saints day, 1st November 2017
What lies behind the corridors
tween power and learning ?
a path to who knows where ?
questions are asked in the buildings on the east
while questions are answered in the building to the west
fancy seeing what lies beyond the lights?
Saturday afternoon tea
toasted tea cakes have to be done just so or
right royal rumpuses will take place
up on the fine China service
choice bites of savoury stuff are
taken from the porcelain platters
unless you’re of a certain age…as
raspberry fancies meet a swift but happy end.
every wonder served on a tiered plate…lovely and tasty.
It begins simply enough,
a simple bucket of bricks
stacked up from top to bottom
till at last – they topple
oh what fun!
The next thing you know
you’re building a wall
with stuff from the sea
and occasionally it falls
oh what fun
a piece of poetry written by inky back in October 2011.
its had a bit of a brush up….inky.
empty windows, front and back
This old terraced house has seen an attack
lined up un boarded on a desolate street
overgrown garden weeds under feet
But park yourself a minute..in that old iron chair
take a few seconds to take in the air
theres life in those bricks, and down the whole street
with some plan and attention it’ll all be a treat
fix up the windows, paint the walls, add some seats
clean up the wood floors adding rugs to be neat
throw in a cooker, a table a bed
not forgetting kitchen where your family is fed
add in a telly, some stuff that is yours
with a lovely bathroom wi waterproof floors
plant your own flowers in garden and see
the return of the wildlife in form of the bees 🐝
this unloved old place, can soon be called home
as many a family, spreads out and does roam
it’s the people in the building that make it their own
which confirms that saying ….a house ain’t a home!
Salford, 5th July 2017
in response to the photo challenge Bridge
It can be happily said that where i live, in Salford, you’re no more than five minutes away from a bridge of some sort.
The mass of water you see above is the Manchester Ship Canal , which flows towards the river mersey, and flows through the county of Greater Manchester
as a result – there’s a number of bridges that cross this expanse.
The one i cross most days is the Trafford Road Bridge, which i cross when going to sporting events on the other side of the county.
Occasionally, i’ll cross this bridge – the old dockside swing bridge – affectionately called “Detroit” as each of the docks is named after an american lake. Detroit passes over “Erie” Basin, a place once for ships – but now more akin to Open water swimming
Erie has an adjoining canal, called Mariners – and this too has a set of bridges to enable those living on the dockside to get about. This pic was taken at the point where the mouth of Erie flows into Mariners – which joins up with another set of Basins at the other side.
The newest of all the bridges on the quayside (and the last in the sequence on my journey to Imperial War Museum North) is the Millennium Bridge – built for the year 2000 and providing access across the waterway between the Lowry arts centre in Salford, and Imperial War Museum North – in Neighbouring Trafford
(Sports fans might have also noted – its used for quick access to Manchester United Football Club’s stadium – Old Trafford)
