The Inkwell#Octpowrimo #Memories #Holiday #Turtle #turkey
Travelling from quite a fair distance
Up on my bedside cupboard, lives a soap stone turtle
Regaled in fancy patterns, carved by the artisan
Turns heads with newcomers who haven’t seen him
Likes to hang about with others of his kind
Except – while he is Black and White – his pal is in colour
#Napowrimo #Room #Dorm
Reflection of a shared room (school retreat)
Keswick, 1987
Up in the hills
by a mountain stream
a place of reflection and retreat
the room shared three
with a view of the lakes
a place to ponder, relax and take breaks
colour scheme – calming
a sight of some sheep
and during our breaks we would gambol and leap
#fowc #food #christmas #leftovers
Salford, 26th December 2019
By the time the pans were in the sink
undertakings of the Christmas leftovers were being sorted out
bird of the day stripped down to its carcass and
boxed up – and placed in the refridgerator
like the vegetables left behind from the feast
everyone knew what was for tomorrows dinner
Sizzle – went the pan – as meat and vegetables combined
quickly in motion with the aid of a bit of oil and butter
unlike the meal before it – this had a flavour all of its own
encompassing all its ingredients and perhaps one or two more
as the smell of the concoction – drifted on the cold winter air – leaving the
kitchen and wafting under the noses of everyone nearby
#Octpowrimo #Whoami
A notable thing is character
Being ones self
Creative experiences that
Define who you are
Even if its the only thing they’ll know you for
A few bumps and scratches along the way
Brain ops and chicken pox two little obstacles
Cerebral Palsy and “Juvenile arthritis” the other
Determination to walk and overcome the obstacles
Each medical “Expert” put in my path
A smile and friendly ear to all
Beavering away at a project or two
Crafting works with my camera (or pen and paper)
Delivering talks at a place of learning
Every week of the year
A keen reader, and audiobook listener
Bookshelves crammed with well known authors
Cricket shares space with Football (soccer) and Sci-Fi
Discworld stories and Tommy Cooper
Each book a page turner
A Family Album, now replaced by SD Cards
Brought to life by an electronic photo frame
Collated scribbles published by others
Don their own little space on the bookshelf as
Excited Spectators and Visitors are greeted by me
And memories of friends and family are all around
Behind individual knick-knacks sat in their spots
Commonwealth memories to
Days of academic achievement
Each one a little piece of the Jigsaw that makes me
#Octpowrimo #Ocean #Sea
Sat on a boat in the Sunshine
enjoying the ocean blues
as the sealife swims alongside
Shoals of
excitable marine life
are following the line of the boat
Slicing through the waves
each passenger lifts up slightly
as the boat goes up a touch
#Fowc #Cash
I remember as a kid
collecting the copper coins
in an old tea caddy
Ten penny chocolate drops
your average spend
for a little lads pocket
sweets switched for comic books
saving enamel for copper
and a weeks reading funnies
Hello Mister Twenty Pence
Farewell Mr Pound Note
Miss Shiny Pound has Arrived
Gold Coins saved for Blue Notes
Blue Notes saved for Orange Notes
Orange Notes saved for Purple Notes
Plastic for Paper ? A Surprise indeed
Silver shines in the plastic interior
Value reflected in a fancy Hologram
Salford 17th April 2019
#FOWC
It’s the ability
to remember
names and faces and dates
times and events
from a long time away
so memories aren’t lost
of moments from a time
where the best time you had
was splashing your feet in the sea
#Promptuarium #Photo Album
salford, 12th October 2018
#octpowrimo
taken into consideration
over years of treatment, therapy, and exercise
reaction to my medical condition could be
taken as torture as
under orders from the quacks I’ve been
really put through the ringer…
even though , looking back, it was doing me good
#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
