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Acrostic Museums Poetry Transport

Engine

Salford, 6th April 2020

#fowc #engine

Engine, outside the power hall at Museum of Science and Industry, Manchester

Every mechanic knows – it’s

Not the wheels , but the engine that

Get’s a driver from A to B

It’s truly – the heart of any transport

Naval, bus, car or motor bike

Exception – if you’re reliant on foot or pedal power

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Poetry Rail Transport Travel

Wait

#fowc #wait

Time passes slowly

As you sit waiting for the train

To come rolling down the track

And into the station

Timetable isn’t friendly

It’s saying it’s on its way

So to distract you from the empty arrival

Your sat with your radio on play

And each tick that follows tock

Seems to be on a lock

As you wait for whoever forlorn

Listening out for the diesel trains horn

Categories
Acrostic Transport Travel

Tangent

#fowc #tangent

Taking road signs for granted

and following your navigation device – ignoring your own eyes is

notably, a recipe for disaster, as it

goes its own merry way and you

expect it to guide you to your

next destination – you think you’re headed to a sandy southern beach

the reality ? – you’re headed for rocky cliffs and pea shingle

Categories
Poetry Prose Transport Travel

Six words – Waiting

#Sixwordsstory #waiting

Sat out of the weather, Waiting

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Poetry Transport Victorian

Penny Farthing

#poetry #victorian #transport #wheels

A penny farthing, Passing the lowry in Salford. Stock Photo by Alamy – Messed about a bit by Inky.

Look at Me!
on a Victorian street,
a marvellous thing
that’s hard to beat

I rest by a wall
where I stand up tall
I can be seen by the noble
the Blacksmith , and all

My rider sits down
on th’seat – wood and brass
Awaiting a whistle
Allowing him to pass

And as I pass toy shop
the children all cheer!
As adults enter hostelry
picking up beer

And as I pass neighbours
on pavement nearby
Pigeons on Barbers roof
begin to fly

As the rider moves off
I begin to wobble
with my wheel catching corner
of raised shiny cobble

But my rider is careful
– or else he would fall
so he keeps his head high
and body straight and tall

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Accidents Poetry Transport Travel

Mind the Gap

#Fowc #Gap

Mind the gap - platform sign

The warning signs tell you

Mind the gap

but to some

it seems an elaborate trap

for all those important

seem to step over line

the message isn’t for them

to them – all is fine

but you find yourself making

an emergency call

as one ignores the gap

and one of them falls

Categories
Life Transport Travel

Cats eyes

Salford, 9th April 2019

I never really got those markers in the road

why they called them after the pupils of my favourite feline

they followed each other from a to b

leading motorists in the dark

as their eyes lit up

they reminded me of turtles

out in a warmer sea

encased in a hardened case like shell

and saying “hello!” to me

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Photography Places Poetry Transport

Central

07F84285-F2F6-4D6B-9F2E-1D812B6F7F74Salford 23rd August

a tale of Manchester central, which I knew as G-Mex when I were young (sic)

I

It’s the place

where mighty wheels

rolled over lines of steel

to take you north and south and east

to wonderous places where stress released

II

Slap bang

In the middle of town

The rail network changed – they shut it down

Exciting times lay ahead,

Sport and music from the railways bed

III

Conferences held under railways arch

Entertainment and sport – set among trees of green

Next to connections set up for the place

Travelways and walkways, Roman Wall, Air and Space

Rolling on to Altrincham, Bury and the Quays

And new lines to the home of Man city and the Beeb

Leading to th’ airport and parks and the trees

IV

and just by the tramstop – in the place by the field

the stations old tale is all but revealed

showing the vehicles that stopped at this place

before changes to the line – Piccadilly replaced.

Categories
Home Life Poetry Transport

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 ?

 

 

Categories
Character Poetry Transport Travel Weather Winter

Dim

Dim

In the dawn light of a winters morning

its very hard to see

why the important man with his

very important briefcase

should be stood at the platform

getting covered in snow

if he’d listened to the announcer –

a bus arrived two minutes ago

but he let it pass

and like an ass

he stands there in the snow

in the Dim light of the station

Will he catch his train….hmmm? No.