Five more days of Christmas

Salford 2nd January 2019

#christmas #newyear

If you find this post a little scrambled, there is a reason

Six hours kip doesn’t do much for the festive spirit

But just what do you do after new year ?

Back to work or school after two weeks away

If you’re a kid all you want to do is play

With all those toys you pulled with name under tree

And played all week , your time is free

But now clock has chimed…schools calling for you

And work says mum and dad is needed too

While all the time the tree is in the corner with toys

That gave you a surprise, and some extended joy

Time passes

#promptuarium #prompt

Salford, 20th December

She walked though the Christmas market

Still wearing the Christmas cracker ring

Some lad from her past gave her

Sentimentality ? Perhaps, but then

Something told her, one day they’d meet again

Solitude, the vehicle that drove her to

See her sweetheart under the town hall clock,

Stars meeting up when eye met eye

Charlie

Who am I, life’s Charlie Brown ?

For she catches my eye, and I’ve fallen down

Tongue tied with her beauty, so close at hand

Even though the words in the head I’d planned

a wonderful sight, with a beautiful mind

sometimes she’s harsh, but on the whole she is kind

Catching me out with those dark brown eyes

Occasional glances catch me by surprise

Heart rising by a beat when she’s so near

No more than friends, to me that is clear

Talking shop on the backyard, sharing an occasional smile

With the girl with the red hair, I want to stay awhile

The attention puppy

Sometimes my mind goes wondering

Bright shiny things distract it

And it goes off on a wonder

It’s like a little puppy dog 🐶

And like every small animal

Dog cat or bird…it needs training

So I do my best, to keep its eye

Instead of letting it fly high in the sky

Breaking tasks into manageable things

Before it wonders off and spreads its wings

An ink explosion

#octpowrimo #ifiwereyou

opinion is a wonderful thing

but after you’ve vented your spleen

across two pages of finest vellum

re read, recollect your thoughts, and rewrite

for once you’ve stuck it in the envelope

and it’s journeyed to the news paper

a different edition of who you are

will be plastered over the letters page

and though you won’t see them

all eyes will turn on you

Dancing on Air

#octpowrimo

Salford , 10th October 2018

I don’t remember exactly

When my clumbersome feet

Felt lighter than a feather

Perhaps it was walking across fields of flowers

Or watching the squirrels In the local park,

Rolling around in the mounds of freshly cut grass

Or maybe, it was the taste of strawberries in winter,

Hiding away in a little fruit tartlet

Or at most, the moment at that high school dance

Where the girl I had an eye on gave me half a chance

Moments now scattered in the mind, here and there

Moments I was literally dancing on air

The wheels turned

waterwheel.jpg

Museum of science and industry, castlefield, Manchester.

Inky’s thoughts on the waterwheel

Watching the water

turning the wheel

that moved the gears

that moved the cogs

which turned the stones

that milled the grain

to make the flour

that went into the bread

sold in the shops

the very next morning

Early Morning

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 ?

 

 

Making my way through Maps

#365daysofwriting #Backtoschool

Salford 25th July 2018

If i could go back to school, to master a subject – i reckon it would be Geography i’d do

Not English or History (even though i’ve got an interest in those subjects) – Geography.

You see, even though i’ve made my way through the toughest routefinder map, i still have my doubts how all those lines determine height and depth.  It would interest me no end on how those maps of mine translate to modern day life.

It might also fill an hour (or two) of my day. with some unofficial field trips to the pennines and lake district 🙂