#stairrods #rain #weather #clouds
The heavens opened
Over the locals playing in the street
Raindrops coming down in
Rapid columns onto the ground
Each one falling quicker than the last
Navigating their way like a river
Towards the reservoirs via the drains and tunnels
#OWPC
Salford 16th May 2018
Who needs evian ?
Coming live from the finest aquifers
rolling and travelling through rivers and streams
filtered through Mountains, Limestone and granite
and stored in great lakes and reservoirs
the purest and freshest water
and its coming direct to the tap
Rivers – no , Torrents of water
are hurtling down the mountainside
pooling in small craters, before
increasing in speed and heading
down the cliff face
swiftly down the waterfall
Salford 2nd April 2018
rolling in from the irish sea
a thousand million raindrops fall from the heavens
in time, having made their way through the rivers and pipes , travelling
night and day, they’ll collect together and be
deposited into the local
reservoirs – where after a while – to be treated, they’ll travel
out via the city waterworks through
pipes cisterns and tanks and
someone somewhere, will enjoy fresh clean water
Salford, 3rd February 2018
Detritus floating en-masse down the ship canal
Readily aided by the boats and the water
Is floating aimlessly towards the basin gates
Full stop only happening upon hitting the booms where each stick gangs
Together forming a pretty pattern on the
Waters surface
Overjoyed geese, plunder the booty, piling
One large stick on top of another till a safe place for eggs has been built, whilst
Downstream, a boat with a foriegn name (and crane) is coming to pick up the leftovers
Stood for a moment in time
Totally still – you might call it “Frozen”
As the water flows around them
The the mighty rocks stand still
In the light of the morning sun
Could the passing aviators bring them to life ? Hardly!
When you see it
Accumulating in the saucepan, sink, or bath
Take a thought to contemplate where it’s come from
Each drop of water, coming from the clouds above and
Running into lakes streams and rivers
Picture of Salford quays, during one of its sunsets
taken with my Sony Xperia phone
all is calm on the waters surface
the fish are sleeping soundly below
and the geese have headed for bed till breakfast
all is quiet, all is calm
what you’d call serene
Take a day, any day
And a place, any place
Now take a time, any time
and capture it
Freeze frame
in your memory
That was the day you ate that Sandwich at the quayside cafe
and saw brave souls in Frogsuits dive headlong in the eerie
deep waters of a Salford Canal Basin
They travelled so quickly
Foam rose in the waters
and Canoe based Marshals
Bobbed around in Man-made waves
As the mercury begins its annual retreat
the angler keeps a watch
the winter water, dark and cold
as silvery sources flicker
Hot air turning to almost fog
as chair it rests on sawn up logs
and line it sits, still, with great aplomb
as angler watches for a flicker
The float bobs away
in the ice cold soup
slight winds make it bob and loop
but not yet beyond its line it stoops
Ripples in water – give something away
as down in the depths – something does play
so sat angler waits – and beef tea he does pour
whilst listening to sports news on Radio four
But then there’s some action – could that be a Pike ?
the float swings round wildly – It’s the chain off a bike
and bubbles arising ? – the laughter of the fish
who’ve stopping being put on the wall or a dish
