#FOWC #History
Heralds wrote tales down in books, while
in caves, our ancestors painted the tales on walls
some documenting the building of great monuments
then others, telling tales of the horrors of war
of course, the stories that remain are the ones in the books
retold by scholars for minds of a different age, and
yet – time passes by – and History moves forward
#Octpowrimo #Silence
Tuesday 15th October 2019
It’s quiet – maybe too quiet
A pin would definitely be the noisiest thing in the room :-
but there’s a reason for the silence
final preparations for those end of year papers
like the whole of the fifth year had joined a monastic order
even the ladies and gents are sat on separate desks
but beyond the silence ? Mayhem in the schoolyard
#Fowc #Threat
The words were clear and definite
Hot on the plate – something really horrible
Reality ? If it wasn’t eaten up
Each child knew – they wouldn’t see the
Apple pie with custard
That was delivered after dinner
#Fowc #Rebel
Salford, 6th July 2019
the one everyone remembered at school
not breaking the rules, just bending them
wearing skirts just above regulation
and turning up just in time avoiding detention
her fellow classmates – adored her act
popularity in the school yard ? – an absolute fact
but the lad in the library – reading his books
was the one she was after – if only he looked.
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
#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
Note from Inky:
Cheers to
https://serafinajayne.wordpress.com/2017/02/09/friendship/
for the prompt
You’ve been around for a bit
going round in the same circles
but passing each other without noticing
You shared everything
from gobstoppers to pencil cases
and spots on the high school bus
Your paths met
a lifetime fork in the road
as you went one way, and they went another
You wandered where they ended up
No phone calls letters or e-mails
Till one day – a message – “You’ve got mail”
Arrangements made
and best suit pressed
for a meet of the whole year – most impressed
And as you reach, the dance hall door
your old friends sat waiting – like you knew them before
as you head out to venture the dance hall floor
#Poetry #Sweets #Confectionary
17th July 2018
I
The container comes down
from the confectioners shelf and
each little drop of sweetness
spills into the bowl
II
Red and Yellow fancies
dusted with icing sugar
and as you open the bag
a blast of pear
III
Each Individually formed
rocky for a short while
but later smooth on the tongue
but watch for the sharp bits
IV
Thud of each drop
hitting the scale
rattle and then crunch
of the halves coming away
V
Sweet and Sour Sensations
tripping off the tongue
taking you back
to schoolday memories
Salford 10th May 2018
You were always the one in school
that caused a scene
causing young heads to turn
at your juvenile antics
Wearing the Uniform
the way you wanted
raising an eye
of the deputy head
They called you “Cool”
and your pals all circled
as school rules fell
and school skirts rose
The defiant red haired streak
got you noticed
by the more butch kids
in the school playground
But at the end of the day
the lad that you wanted
never looked back
leaving you – disappointed
blood rushing quickly to the cheeks
like something out of a mills and boon novel
unrequited romances brought to life on
school hallways or stairs and
hailed to all and sundry from the response
