Retro

Poetry

In response to Fandango’s One word Challenge

They say if you can remember the sixties – you weren’t there

but fashion’s a fickle thing

Millennials walking down to the disco

in an homage to their Mums and dads

with some wide flares and knee high boots

listening and dancing to tunes on played on vinyl

that mum danced with dad when they were young

there’s something missing with that digital stuff

no feel, snap , crackle or pop

hearing the groove from the record player – its top!

Celebration

Acrostic, Freedom of Expression

Another piece from Inky, in response to richa’s Freedom of Expression Challenge

Crack open the party poppers, for its an

Extra special day today

Lots of people are coming to share in

Excitement, in honour of somebody who’s having a really significant

Birthday….

raise the roof

and dance till you drop….

tell the celebrant how loved they are

on their very special day – and

never forget to enjoy yourselves too!

Warehouse

Places, Poetry

Salford (Via Trafford Park), 3rd September 2018

 

This is the place

where mighty ships cargo

lay resting after its journey

after a long ride on the waves

 

Men toiled in the heat

as silent shipping crates

moved to the sound of the warehouse mice

avoiding the company cat

 

Inwards and Out

the orders of the day

some on road – some on rail

having come in from sail

 

To be changed in an instant

to wear or to eat

grain for the flour mill

or silk for the mayors seat

 

Changes in time led to changes afoot

as sons and daughters move on in their new fancy boots

dancing away to a shanty or two

like their elders before them – they think that its new!

Midnight M5

Home, Life, Places, Poetry, Transport, Travel

Salford Quays and Manchester Piccadilly, 25th June 2010

 

The wheels of the tram roll in as

the sun descends over Ontario Basin

The moon sits proudly in a northern sky

shining on the remains of a fallen earth

 

Moonlight casts its light like a net

over water, concrete and glass

rainbow lights flicker on the waters edge

as glitterballs twinkle

 

Music played from off afar

buskers collect tips in their hats and jars

sirens cut the peace as peacemakers go cross the town

and cleaning crew vehicles cover the ground

 

And maidens of the day

make their way in the coloured light

as moon shines brightly

and stars guide through the night

 

The final buses are making their way

no more time to go and play

so its drinking a beverage in the late night caff

talking with mates and having a laugh.