Silence

Schooldays

#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

The Rebel

Poetry, Schooldays

#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.

Five more days of Christmas

Christmas, Holidays, Life, Poetry, Schooldays

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

Dancing on Air

Life, Memories, Poetry, Schooldays

#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

Old Friends

Poetry, Schooldays

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

Bag o’ Pear Drops

Growing up, Poetry, Schooldays

#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

Rebel

Growing up, Poetry, Schooldays

Salford 10th May 2018

Ariel-Rebel-Wallpapers

Rebel

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

Tale of a Pencil Case

Childhood, Memories, Schooldays

Salford 18th March 2018

Anyone who’s read the “First Day at School” piece on here, will know how in my first year at High school – i ended up in Needlework for form.

Well, during the school week that year – as well as your regular stuff from English and Maths, Geography, History and all….we had craft lessons and this took us from Woodwork to Pottery.

But before we could get into the really messy stuff.  We had to do the basics

and this meant making a pencil case from scratch

They were all standard size – and made from one standard tartan fabric,

the inner pocket – we could choose a colour from a selection and attached it to the tartan before creating the cases over all shape

I still have memories of lads in their craft aprons yelling out after being stabbed by a stray pin.   For me, my Achilles heel was getting the thread in the needle

Once attached, we were shown how to operate the sewing machine

As i put my foot to the pedal – i watched as the fabric slowly formed into the case

Then the decorations and fixings went on – biased binding, riff-raff braid in all colours and velcro and pop-studs

It took a few sessions to master, but when i finished i’d created something i’d be proud to take into the rest of class with