Burnt Sienna

Colours, Poetry

Salford, 15th September

#CYW #BurntSienna

I recall a leather chair

the smell of it as I sat in it in the morning

it’s sound as I got my back into its folds

it squeaked – like a mouse looking for food

Looking out beyond the glass

in a warm seat

looking out for snowmen

beyond the garden fence

Sitting there quietly

watching the snowflakes

fall to the ground

whilst warming my hands on a hot mug

Brick Red

Poetry
Peel Building, University of Salford drawn up in Painter Essentials by Inky, from photograph - example of red brick building

Salford 28th August 2019

#cyw #brickred #salford

I remember those streets,

the houses and walls

constructed from something

from down in the ground

Fired earth formed into an oblong

and fashioned into spaces

places, to cook, wash, read, and rest

for those living there – the best

And they were Not all uniform –

not all the same shade

some hidden round airbricks

the ones that just made grade

But from down the road

Their colours stood proud

as this orange / brick red

sang through northern streets loud

Time travel

Beach, Growing up, Memories, Photography

#Promptuarium #Photo Album


The Sands of time seem to pass
so slowly when you’re young
the cogs in the clock
seem like they don’t even move

And yet, sat with your nephews
on the big comfy sofa
you watch time go back
almost in an instant

Moments of fun
spent as a child
creating lines of sandcastles
on a northern beach

Decorations of seashells
and seaweed – covering the scene
as you and your pals
from down the street – enjoy an icecream

And faces gone – but not forgotten

look as fresh as the day the camera captured

the day little feet took a cautious dip

into northern waters

Education : A Found Poem

Childhood

Education has produced a vast population

They spend twelve months

teaching children to walk and then talk

and the next twelve years

teaching them to sit down and shut up

when all you have to do

is teach them all to read

its a source of amusement and fun

to happy little minds

Source : Trevelyan, Diller, Gilchrist and Plato (Via P. 96 & 97 of QIs Book of Quotations)

Bag O’Sweets

Poetry

Open up your bag and round

a quarter of sweets for half a pound a drumstick lolly that’s hard to beat lemon drops for a special treat chocolate footballs and fizzy drops the magic candy that fizzes and pops cola bottles and sherbet tubes candied shrimps and pineapple cubes Now , don’t eat them all now, they’re a treat, we agree but eat them all and you wont eat the fish and chips for your tea!

Spacekid

Astronomy, Childhood, Growing up, Poetry, Space

moondust

Salford, 22nd August 2018

Another piece inspired by the #Promptuarium

Many thought you a funny kid

On most nights they’d see you staring into space

Overlooking the positions of the stars and the zodiac

No other subject interested you more

Destiny ? to be the first man to live – on a base on the moon

Until then – you sit out in the garden – plotting your way there

Satellites floating in zero gravity over your head as you

Track your course with telescope, pencil and paper