New Year, New Day

The first post of 2021.

New year in colour – Big Ben at Midnight, splash of colour by inky

I

The hour past

The bells chimed

One year confined to the history books

One year to look forward to

II

Late Nights

Laced with wine, food, drinking and song

Leads to a long nap under the duvet

Lying in on the downward strait to twelth night

III

Promises made – Resolutions

in changing and interesting times

enjoying a feast at the first day of the year, while

some prepare, to head out for bargains

Radical

#CYW #RadicalRed

They wanted to change the system

and united under a flag

led by men of learning

fighting wasn’t their bag

so instead they marched the streets

in order to reach a change

and workers shut the factories

till their voices were in range

The voices , sole , were low in noise

but soon became a crowd

till one day they reached the gates of power

and called out as one aloud

And the rulers , they had to listen

as the wheels of industry stopped

and the army weren’t getting their pay

so the walls defending them dropped

Subtle

#fowc #subtle

It had to be said, the fashionistas in your crowd

didn’t like you in that shirt

the colour was too deep

for you – they said

But that never stopped you

for the next morning you returned

wearing something new

or so they said

Same shirt, Brighter pants

Subtle changes made them glance

As the girls all cheers your latest style

and the boys all hung round for a while

Waiting for the springtime

17th March 2018

Sat in the toolshed on St Patricks Day

Noting the barometer turned

Over from Frosty to warm

When all of a sudden the mercury goes into

Fast flowing freefall

And white powdery masses

Land like leprechauns

Lightly covering rooftops and cars

Gone

Salford, 3rd January 2017

in response to the prompt

Gone

The streets I knew have long since gone

covered up by flagstones and tarmac.

Veterans of those halcyon days

now sit broken tween two sets of fenceposts

 

Communities cast off

to towering islands

boxed up accommodation

piled up to the sky

 

Old friends apart

separated by miles

distanced by development

making moneymen smile

 

And newcomers have

no sense of history

except for the old hall to the west

with its gardens and trees

 

The Cruellest Month

#Blogging101

#Napowrimo #weather #seasons #autumn #acrostic #nature

 

Of the twelve, I see October as the worst

Coming after September, it’s when the winds begin to brew

The trees lose their leaves, turning brown, blossoms die away

On the floor they lie, bereft – victim of an attack

Brought by winter’s messenger – autumn

Every animal and feathered friend forced to flee from

Relentless onslaught of wind rain and hail.