Burnt Orange

People
A head to turn heads

When you entered the room

Instantly, you turned the boys heads

Like Desdemona had arrived

Dynamic

Heaven’s angel mixed with Hell’s fury

Only time would decide what happened next

Meeting up with old friends

By the banks of the waterside

Reality – you would be back at your post come morning

Expectations – out of the window.

Degree

Learning, People, Poetry

Degree

As the honour was laid on him

the ennobled made a request

could the hall staff keep the dining room warm ?

he thought that it was best

see he’d climbed up great Mount Everest

without even catching a chill

but drafty University corridors

were enough to make him hold still

turn up  the heating …. tutors shouted

before our guest he does flee

we need to hear him give his speech

so see the heat up by a degree

Identity

Acrostic, People

Identity

Salford, 25th October

If you take a look in the mirror, you may spot

Dozens of little things that make you up

Each little thing – coming from a family member

Notably, your mum or dad – and then your Nannas and Grandads

The look of your face, to the colour of your hair

Inherited , from some branch of your family tree

They may be little things – but they are what , in the end make you

You.

Roots

Garden, Growing up, Home, Life, Memories, People, Poetry

A response to the prompt Roots

by Brian F Kirkham for the Inkwell

Salford 8th May 2017

Like any other little seed,

you need time to grow

grasp the air

spread some branches

And when the time is right

charged with energy and excitement

you’ll take your own flight

before landing on the soil of your choice

But remember your past

for the time will have passed

and contemplate the time

passed through movement and rhyme

for its time to develop

and grow new shoots

but dont forget family

the place of your roots

Apprentice

Cooking, People, Poetry

Apprentice

Written by Brian F Kirkham for the Apprentice prompt 7/5/2017

 

Flour strewn across the table

cocoa liberally cast on the floor

cinnamon dust lines the air

cutting through the icing sugar fog

And through the icing sugar mist

the young lad who’s eager to learn

emerges to grab his bosses attention

he was watching as the sugar burned

but alas, he grabbed the oven door top

and as the door of the oven started to drop

he realised there wasnt enough water in the mix

as his cake creation put him in a fix

A cloud of sugary dust appeared

igniting to light his hair and his beard

apprentice or novice – his boss he was swayed

to call the number of the fire brigade

Devastation

Nature, People, Places

Devastation

25th January 2017

They’re chopping down a field of trees

in the name of education,

they need the wood you see

“For the pencils!” they all plea

 

but its not just education

but houses and furniture too

there’s plots of brown compacted soil

where once – a lush forest grew

 

And passing through the area

down a freshly tarmacked road

you can see where JCBs dug up land

to build some new abode

 

But Parents children and Grandparents too

don’t like losing the plot of their trees

so they’re stood outside the entrance

hoping someone will hear their pleas.

 

For what is the sign of progress ?

clogged roads and towers – they’re not keen

they prefer their homes nice and quiet

in their oasis of green.

 

 

 

Vanished

People, Pleasures, Poetry

a poem in response to the prompt

Vanish

Quite a trick you managed there

disappearing into fresh air

where you’ve gone – I haven’t a clue

but I know exactly what to do

even though you’ve gone – with out a trace

I know what will make you return to place

I’m off to make your favourite pie

and back to the house – soon you will fly.

Connection

Growing up, Life, People, Poetry, Romance, Schooldays

In response to the daily post discover challenge Connection

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Connection

by Brian F Kirkham

3rd August 2016

 

When we were younger

we played in the park

communicating between trees

through a piece of string

 

Walking hand in hand

through the marigolds

whispering sweet nothings

as we picked daisies

 

Playing games

Sharing laughs

on the swings

in the park

 

Growing up – still friends

but distance the great divider

as you flew over land

my feet on the floor

 

Good Friends apart

the string uncut

now sharing messages

over the internet

Letter to Pratchett

books, Memorial, Memories, People, Places, Poetry

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A fan letter to the late #TerryPratchett,

(who I met at a Book signing in Manchester back in 2003).

Hi there Terry,

It’s me, the Lanky lad from Lancashire

Memories of meeting you in Manchester

Along with an Army of other readers

Discussing our favourite Discworld books,

As we waited in the wind

Wobbly walking up to your desk in Waterstone’s Bookstore

Shaking a Legendary writers hand,

as you took time to answer questions from a fan

Memories captured in a Moment

Shared between a Fan and an Author

and captured in a simple signature.

Hope all is well in Deaths Domain….

All the Best,

Brian

P.S.  Hope you won the Chess Game.