Memories of a glass bottomed boat

Poetry

Rhodes, 18th October 2018

Watched with intent

As Mediterranean blue

Mixed with Aegean aqua

Travelling over waves

As crabs met tentacles

Admiring the land lubbers

Shellfish communicate with conch

The shows about to start

As hermit crabs scuttle towards the bigger fish

In an instant they appear

Waving a fin or a tentacle

In the greenest of blues

Catch of the day

Passes along the hull

To say hello and goodbye

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

Elemental

Canalside, Elements, Nature, Photography, Places, Transport, Travel

Elemental

Salford 17th September 2017

DSC_0006_6

They cut through the Earth, to create this canal.

Trafford_Rd_Swing_Bridge

Development led to a series of Basins being dug, which filled with water coming from, not only the canal, but the skies too.

SAMSUNG CAMERA PICTURES

 

Originally , the Wind carried ships down the canal – using their sails, but nowadays these boats are powered by fuel…and its not materials they carry, but people.

Unmoored

Canalside, Poetry

Unmoored

floating out of the marina

and into the bay

did a sleepwalking helmsman

hear “Anchors Aweigh”

Floating off silently

to seas far off shore

cries from crew heard far on the shore

“help us all!” they implore

For on its journey out to sea

stuck in mud crew found it be

only hoping for a ride

on the wave of a passing tide

And reflecting on a passing thought

the skipper who a hope he’s bought

a help or two from a passing tugboat

and fingers crossed – he stays afloat!

Navy Blue

Colours, Navy, World War I, World War II

 

anchor-navy-blue-hi

Navy Anchor c/o downloadclipart.net/SVG

 

Navy ?

A Nautical colour

Very respected as the colour of the senior service

Yachts to Dreadnoughts – are adorned in it

 

North to South – Compass bearings

Are used to navigate

Vessels through dangerous waters –

Yomping through ice and hiding from the enemy

 

Naval Company Colours

Anchored off the shoreline are

Very Dark in Colour – when not in camouflage

Yet Revered by all who wear it.

 

Note, however though all men on ship wear the colour

An officer, wears slightly darker

Verifying his rank on the vessel

Year upon Year

 

Shipwrecked

Acrostic

Some would say, the

Hull of this once mighty vessel was – blessed

It seems Impossible to think that now as it rusts in its

Place on the beach

Where did its cargo go ? it’s

Really hard to fathom

Everyone on the island was asked…

Could it be, they were all in on the disappearance ?

Kings Men , they ponder – but there’s not a clue in sight

Everyone remaining tight-lipped over the cargoes final

Destination

Memories of Holidays Past

Beach, Birds, Family, Fun, Holidays, Memories, Places, Pleasures, Summer, Zoo

Memories of Holidays Past

(alternate title : A Salford lads venture in the Southwest of England)

Paignton

The English Riviera…

Torquay, Paignton, Brixham – the English County of Devon

One heck of a place to get to by Car, even more by rail.

Heading south, through mystical places – on an intercity train.

A great adventure when you’re only eight years old.  Watching Mum and Dad take my Mermaid of a sister splashing in the sea, while I made sandcastles on the shore.  And whilst I was into construction, my sister was in the art of Demolition – I didn’t mind.  I just filled up my Bucket and Spade and built it up again…

There were picture postcard cottages with picturesque gardens.  A wonderful setting to enjoy a Devon Cream tea.  Then , a ride on a Mini Locomotive to take you from one place to the next

Donkey rides on Paignton seafront and trips to Brixham Harbour by boat – watching the sealife passing along by before landing on shore for a lovely lunch of fish and chips.  Seagulls from the local harbour looked on, watching out for a dropped chip.  Then we catch a bus back to Paignton to see the Elephants at the local zoo, and watch Sea lions laugh as Dad was getting sprayed by them.

Then as we walk home to the guest house, we watched the sun go behind the cove before me and my little sister headed off to bed.  Later on in the week, a trip on a coach to Dartmouth and its harbour – to see some really BIG Boats.

A walk on the prom awaits us tomorrow – and another cream tea.

But for now its time for bed – and dreams of heffalumps.