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

Human shaped

Cooking, Food, Poetry

Salford 21st December 2018

Expectant faces watched as

Mum and dad mixed the ingredients in a bowl

And as the mix formed and rolled out on the table

Eager hands aimed to create a family

Out of gingerbread

Dad looked smaller than mum

Whilst James loomed over his little brother

But all were smiling

As they took their place

On the branches of the family Christmas tree

Umbrella

Poetry

#octpowrimo #umbrella #acrostic #life #friends

Monday, 15th October

An acrostic by inky

Problems occur like the morning rain

Reality is, that’s what life has to throw at you

Each little problem, obstacle or challenge

Can topple you in an instant , however

In case you need them … there are

People who can help you,

In your hour of need

They’re there at a moments notice

An umbrella from the dropping rain

They’re your friends, pals, buddies

In sight, in rain or shine

On good days or bad

Never forgetting you and bringing a smile

Penguin en vacances

Animals, Poetry

Chester Zoo via Blackpool beach, August 2018

#Penguin

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Paying a visit to his relatives upshore

eager young penguin travelled round the coast

navigating the north wales coast and Irish Sea, he

got to the sands of Blackpool, where

under cover , while holiday makers and zoo keepers slept

into the frosty enclosure he got – a

new face for his smaller cousins to see

Messy

Childhood, Family, Growing up, Poetry

Messy

It might look like world war three has arrived in the kitchen

but in reality , a masterpiece has been created

sticky fingers and flour dust on kitchen tops

even more on the cupboard doors and floor

colourful paintwork adorned on the table tops

while the finished article hangs on the refrigerator door

and all created to send out a message

“Happy Mothers Day!”

Traces

Family, Heritage, Historical, History

Roots

24th august 2017

they say everybody has roots.

those tiny little things that define history

traces of who you are, set in your DNA.

back when I was studying at university for my HND, I got the opportunity to research my family tree

looking back through birth records…to draw up a computer program connecting the dots.

starting from little sis and me, and mum and dad, their brothers and sisters, and granddad and grandma 👵

this seedling was grown on strong foundations … when I dug deep into the archive , with a little help from imperial war museum north, I found a tale on my Great Grandfather, on my dads side who fought in World War I.

and by following the path of the family tree, I found the answers to the tales told around the kitchen table.

it might be the genealogical cross tween a bonsai tree and and an elm, but my family tree is pretty big … and I’ve found roots that I never even knew existed.

its an ongoing project…but I’m enjoying the digging.

 

Roots

Garden, Growing up, Home, Life, Memories, People, Poetry

A response to the prompt Roots

by Brian F Kirkham for the Inkwell

Salford 8th May 2017

Like any other little seed,

you need time to grow

grasp the air

spread some branches

And when the time is right

charged with energy and excitement

you’ll take your own flight

before landing on the soil of your choice

But remember your past

for the time will have passed

and contemplate the time

passed through movement and rhyme

for its time to develop

and grow new shoots

but dont forget family

the place of your roots