Toy Story

Childhood, Memories, Poetry, Toys

#Toystory #Memories #Childhood

Salford 6th September

I can see them now

scattered around on the floor

those little bricks that stuck together

some square – some rectangles

some red, some yellow, some blue, some green

we made trees and houses

for the little lego people

that rode around in the cars

on the stubbily green grass outside the house

we’d just built

Spacekid

Astronomy, Childhood, Growing up, Poetry, Space

moondust

Salford, 22nd August 2018

Another piece inspired by the #Promptuarium

Many thought you a funny kid

On most nights they’d see you staring into space

Overlooking the positions of the stars and the zodiac

No other subject interested you more

Destiny ? to be the first man to live – on a base on the moon

Until then – you sit out in the garden – plotting your way there

Satellites floating in zero gravity over your head as you

Track your course with telescope, pencil and paper

Tantrum!

Acrostic, Childhood, Life, Poetry

Tantrum

Salford , 29th April 2018

That could be a whirlwind, running round the house

and then again – it could be one of the younger members of your brood

now,  you could engage a short sharp shock – but

then again – you would be crestfallen within half an hour

restrict the Tasmanian devil to his room

Until the time – he runs out of energy

Might be as nice as pie to you in no time

!note – he’ll have forgotten about what set him off too!

Big Wide World

Acrostic, Childhood, Flowers, Poetry, Seaside

Explore

Salford 4th April 2018

The world is immense – to most people

Over the water there’s places you’ve never been to

During your lifetime – you’ll experience many a new thing

Daffodils won’t be the only flower you chomp on as you

Let your little toes explore the water (with mum and dad’s help)

Enjoying the nice warm sand in a place thats new whilst

Relaxing under a colourful umbrella.

Tale of a Pencil Case

Childhood, Memories, Schooldays

Salford 18th March 2018

Anyone who’s read the “First Day at School” piece on here, will know how in my first year at High school – i ended up in Needlework for form.

Well, during the school week that year – as well as your regular stuff from English and Maths, Geography, History and all….we had craft lessons and this took us from Woodwork to Pottery.

But before we could get into the really messy stuff.  We had to do the basics

and this meant making a pencil case from scratch

They were all standard size – and made from one standard tartan fabric,

the inner pocket – we could choose a colour from a selection and attached it to the tartan before creating the cases over all shape

I still have memories of lads in their craft aprons yelling out after being stabbed by a stray pin.   For me, my Achilles heel was getting the thread in the needle

Once attached, we were shown how to operate the sewing machine

As i put my foot to the pedal – i watched as the fabric slowly formed into the case

Then the decorations and fixings went on – biased binding, riff-raff braid in all colours and velcro and pop-studs

It took a few sessions to master, but when i finished i’d created something i’d be proud to take into the rest of class with

Messy

Childhood, Family, Growing up, Poetry

Messy

It might look like world war three has arrived in the kitchen

but in reality , a masterpiece has been created

sticky fingers and flour dust on kitchen tops

even more on the cupboard doors and floor

colourful paintwork adorned on the table tops

while the finished article hangs on the refrigerator door

and all created to send out a message

“Happy Mothers Day!”

Conjure

Acrostic, Childhood, Cooking, Food, Poetry

Conjure

Crafting a dessert, is a bit of a magic trick

Oranges sliced and pineapples diced get laid in a dish, and

Next comes the syrup and then the batter, before the dish is covered in foil

Just before the dish is put in the oven – four holes are made to let out steam

Until its time – for it to be turned upside down and

Royally presented to all sat at the table

Excited little ones ask – can i have custard with mine ?

Sparkle!

Childhood, Christmas

Sparkle

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Salford 2nd December 2017

The first days of advent always bring an air of magic.

I think it might be the sight of the Christmas tree

bright shiny metallic tinsel draped around the dark green fronds

Deep Reds, Dark Greens, Frosty Whites and Blues

Not forgetting the silver and golds

but even the advent colours of purple and pink look nice in a metallic sheen

who can forget the lights reflecting in the coloured glass baubles ?

and at the top of the tree, a Star or an Angel dancing over the fairy-lit tree

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Snack time

Childhood, Eating, Garden, Poetry

Bite

lunch was two hours ago

and dinner is hours away

the hunger pangs are out of the cage

And they’ve begun to play

So over to the brown bread you go

And forage for a filling or two

When the jars of peanut butter and jam

Located above tonight’s spiced ham

Decide to greet you hello

Just the thing till dad makes tea

And summmat that you’ll eat with glee

Out in the garden without delay

Before running around the garden to play