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

Unseen

Family, Food, Poetry

Unseen

The fussy eater
was caught off guard
by an addition of vegetables
to his favourite pudding

Carrots remained buried
under a mountain of sponge
and mum just smiled
as the kids munched away

What was that yummy stuff
under the sultanas and lashings of custard?
Mother knows what it was
but she’s not telling….

Empty plates all round,

Not a vegetable to be found

And fussy eater wont know

as for another piece he does go….

 

(Zebra) Crossing

Animals, Fun, Poetry, Schooldays

Salford, 4th January 2017

in response to the prompt Crossing

 

Another day walking down Salford’s streets

networks of transport – getting round’s a treat

but something’s made me smile this new year

creating a grin from to ear to ear

 

Clopping across the tarmacadam covered road

making his way from his towerblock abode

A noble striped horse – on his way to the shops

off to get his tea he pops

 

Apples and Grains the order of the day

for the zebra and his family – at home at play

a familiar sight for the locals about

they smile and they wave – they don’t shout

 

Mr Zebra works all day

whilst Mrs Zebra looks after the kids at play

and kiddie zebras go to school in th’week

playing with friends playing hide and seek

 

To visitors seeing them – its a surprise

and some of them seeing zebra on road – cries

“Stop fussing!” say locals – “No need for your bossing…”

“Haven’t you ever seen a Zebra Crossing ?”

Hibernating

Character, Clouds, Dreams, Home, Life

Bedtime

The sun has popped over the other side of the globe

As the moon watches on.

Its time for little ones to head off to bed

“I Wanna bedtime story!” says one little bear,

“I’m not sleepy!” says another

So, by the mouth of the cave – and snug as a bug

I tell them a tale, and watch them drift off on clouds to the land of nod

Two little bears, dreaming of adventures

that they’ll have when the sun pops up to say hello.

Till then – they’ll hibernate till morning.