from inkdrop – poetry, places and events
#Octpowrimo #Childhood
A bit rough round the edges
but he’s still as loveable as ever
now sat in the corner with the newer toys
a compendium of memories from days gone by
companions and confidante
when the darkness falls
or the ghosts come to town unexpectedly
best thing of all – he’ll always be there when you need him
#fowc #squeegee
Someone’s idea of being Alan Sugar for a day
qualified ? hardly….but we were definitely equipped
up to our eyeballs in sponges, window mops and
extremely soapy water.
each car getting the full wash
gratefully receiving payment for the work we did
everyone making sure each car was bright as a button for
each of us got a share of the takings.
Salford 17th April 2020
Maybe it was magic
as me and my little sister
gracefully rode around in circles
in those little cars going around and around
colourful lights going on and off
Revolutions
of colourful characters – going
up and down and round and around
not so fast though – to protect little tums
driving a car or riding a horse
aided by the magic mirrored motor in the middle
bundles of fun for young and old alike
only – you’ll be distracted by the rides for the older kids
until you get to their age
throwing caution to the wind, and lunch on your lap
#writephoto #otherworldly
When i was little, i used to go
Out with mum and dad , and take in the
Natural beauty of the coastal beaches and amassed hillsides nearby
Dipping a toe in cold water and
Enjoying a walk
Round the bays, looking for interesting pebbles
What’s beyond that window in the cliff face
Or hiding in that hole in the sand ?
Nobody knew – so we decided to look
Dad helping lift up pebbles – as
Excitable little people watched
Red coloured crabs moving sideways towards the sand
I
Holding on
to a big hand
when very little
II
Little spoons
for eating up
mushed up rusks
III
Counter-weight
as wobbly feet
master walking
IV
Calculation , English and Art
Mastered over weeks months and years
With help from Mum and Dad
V
Pulling on Shirts, Jumpers and Trousers
On way to big school
Waving hello to new friends
#Fowc #Amount
I remember when i was little
you could get a whole load of jelly beans
for a single silver coin
but as i got bigger
while the rainbows remained the same
that silver coin lost its sheen
as the silver coin you handed over
got you half the bag you got a year before
#Patriciasplace #fivelinesorless
Cut knee or broken heart
Reaction is still the same
Yelps of pain, followed by fallen tears
#Octpowrimo #Whoami
A notable thing is character
Being ones self
Creative experiences that
Define who you are
Even if its the only thing they’ll know you for
A few bumps and scratches along the way
Brain ops and chicken pox two little obstacles
Cerebral Palsy and “Juvenile arthritis” the other
Determination to walk and overcome the obstacles
Each medical “Expert” put in my path
A smile and friendly ear to all
Beavering away at a project or two
Crafting works with my camera (or pen and paper)
Delivering talks at a place of learning
Every week of the year
A keen reader, and audiobook listener
Bookshelves crammed with well known authors
Cricket shares space with Football (soccer) and Sci-Fi
Discworld stories and Tommy Cooper
Each book a page turner
A Family Album, now replaced by SD Cards
Brought to life by an electronic photo frame
Collated scribbles published by others
Don their own little space on the bookshelf as
Excited Spectators and Visitors are greeted by me
And memories of friends and family are all around
Behind individual knick-knacks sat in their spots
Commonwealth memories to
Days of academic achievement
Each one a little piece of the Jigsaw that makes me
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
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
