Salford, 23rd January 2020
#fowc #clear
Cloudy skies today ? hardly
light from the sun falls down like raindrops
even the sky is a wonderful shade of blue
a warm and bright day
ready for a picnic ? we’re headed for the park
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Challenge 30 – No10
Food…..or should I say Foooood!
I could be some time with this particular part of the challenge !(sic)
I mean where to begin – I’m a bit of a foodie. I enjoy my food – not just the meats but the pasta and vegetables as well. Christmas time sees a smorgasbord of delights, from Spiced Ham to cheesy pasta bakes – not forgetting of course Christmas pudding and Battenburg Cake
My Nephews are partial to a bit of Jelly and custard at Christmas, and for the adults aside from the Christmas pud, there’s usually the Content for a trifle on the go. But this year they helped make something really special – a tray of gingerbread men…now I don’t know if any of them escaped the Christmas table but one or two of them definitely did a disappearing act…
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Challenge 30 – No6
“A Snails eye view’
#photography #closeup #abstract
“You are a noisy mollusc….” Dougal the Dog to Brian the Snail – Magic Roundabout
This was a toughie when working on #challenge30, I mean – how do you get a snails eye view ?
You would have to be a snail wouldn’t you?
I let my imaginary snail loose around the house – where he found, in the kitchen, ready to be recycled this glass bottle – with the contents consumed it made a nice mirror for him to look in…(chortle)
Camera engaged for this one, my Sony DSC H300 – Great for close ups like this, the beading on the bottom of the glass look like beads…
Salford 23rd August 2018
Squeaky doors
are better clarion calls
than any alarm clock
on the market
Slumbered silence
broken by a cistern
attracts you to the noise
of the nearby main road
Luna’s departure
allows Ra to announce
“The morning is here!
it’s time to get up”
And motorised monsters
or kings of the road
make their way delivering boxes
either side of the tarmac
Solitary Swallow
converses with the neighbours
on a nearby roof –
tweets the news – no laptop required
The rumble of early morning traffic
cascading through the windows
is followed by the crack of an egg
falling into sizzling bacon fat
Kettle whistles through the concrete
up through the bedroom floor
your first cup of the day is ready
milk and two sugars ?
#spiders #web #house
22nd June 2018
an acrostic from inkdrop
from a prompt from the imaginarium
sometimes I wonder why they’re there
popping up from out of the garden and setting up in the kitchen
i get the idea, these six legged fellows don’t like the cold…
desperate, they’ll weave their webs in hidden spaces, like
every cubby hole or stair cupboard
Resident, until cleared out with a head of a brush
For years now, people have been
ranting over the amount of packaging an item is wrapped in.
a thing they need to consider is where it’s
going to. There’s a lot of movement in a delivery van, and
if the owners don’t want their precious vases turned into a jigsaw puzzle
lifting the cargo will take a little bit of t.l,c.
equally, it will remind the removals team not to use them as a rugby ball
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Banana butties 🥪
Salford, 4th April 2018
built of sterner stuff than your average elevenses
a wonderous mix of fruity goodness
nautically navigated via big boats
and delivered to supermarket shelves and
next, layered tween two slices of buttered bread
an absolute delight, with your afternoon beverage
Salford, 2nd April 2018
Radiant in the dawn of sunset
a candle lights the darkness
dim at first, but getting brighter
illuminating the building with its brothers and sisters
as power goes – it gives a torch a run for its money
not to mention the electricity grid
the fuses die ? – out comes the candles
Salford 21st September
One of Inky’s better known works, about a feathered resident of Salford Quays Waterside and Manchester ship canal. Anyone is free to read this – but if you wish to re-use please contact me – thanks!
The Heron stands perched,
In the middle of the bay
Dreaming of fish, a stones drop away.
He stares at a red bridge, and buildings of glass
Thinking of morsels, he will amass.
Balanced precariously, on a bright orange ball,
He dreams of fish, and tries not to fall.
Flapping his feathers, and drying off rain.
He ponders of Fish, again and again.
Geese making noises, as they fly all around
The Heron does nothing but stand his ground.
Flapping his wings on the orange coloured buoy,
A sea trout or carp is his favourite joy.
Lights gather round the watery hole,
A moonlit supper our flying hero’s goal.
No salt or pepper, or toad in the hole
He dives for his fish and swallows it whole!
Salford, 19th September 2017
Tentative
by Brian F Kirkham
little puss woken by mother,
now wants to walk outside
bright lights ahead
he wants to explore
so his little paws touch
the living room floor
