Cold Water

Poetry, Water

Coldwater

My latest piece for Allpoetry.com

which I’ve decided to share with you all….enjoy

Fresh from a Lakeland reservoir
turned over by occasional waterfall
a polar bears delight
particularly in winter season

Hitting the receptacle crisply
it creates a bubble or two at the bottom
bringing out the flavour
of the drink it dilutes

Refreshment in Hot days
as well as cold
delivering fruitiness to the taste buds
like an bullet express train

Do you want it colder ?
then leave it in the fridge
or make it frosty instantly
with a couple of ice cubes

Flowing

Photography, Poetry, Water

Liquid

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#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

Raindrops (part ii)

Poetry, Water

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

Driftwood

Acrostic, Animals, Poetry, 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

Particular

Memories, Places, Poetry, Water

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Particular

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