Broken ii

Poetry

Broken

brought about by a fall from grace

refractions in the glass begin to congregate

over time they form channels which

keep on getting bigger till

eventually…there’s the sound of parting atoms … and theres

nowt left to do but to wrap up the broken bits and put them in the bin

Fragile

Acrostic, Home, Poetry

Fragile

For years now, people have been

ranting over the amount of packaging an item is wrapped in.

a thing they need to consider is where it’s

going to. There’s a lot of movement in a delivery van, and

if the owners don’t want their precious vases turned into a jigsaw puzzle

lifting the cargo will take a little bit of t.l,c.

equally, it will remind the removals team not to use them as a rugby ball

Stained Glass Window

Art, Arts, BASIC, Places, Pleasures, Poetry, Religion

Salford 18th September

Poem borrowed from my page at Allpoetry.com

A tale a bit crafty, a bit religious, but all by me

Artwork created at Craft Sessions at Brain & Spinal Injury Charity in Salford.

 

 

As the Sun comes up,

its light shines through

the panels of coloured glass

angling the now coloured light

painting a picture,

of scenes on a floor

And as the sun shines,

through that brightly coloured window

reds cast with yellows

and greens cast with blues

as molten lead holds on tightly,

keeping the picture alive

 

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Priceless

Art

Salford 3rd September 2017

Priceless

its interesting the way things are valued

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I’ve returned to this pic i took at the local art gallery, currently displaying some pieces from the Pilkington factory, once of Salford, now St. Helens.

Of course , every item has its price tag.  There is a replacement value for Insurance purposes….initial cost of production….blah blah.

The artist will want their recognition of course, the irony ? Their work’s rises upon death – thanks to some VERY Shrewd investors.

But the cost to replace the artwork – is priceless – for it would take a great deal of time, skill and blood sweat and tears to replace the artwork behind the glass panel.  And once the artisan has passed, you could copy his/her work…but it would never match the original….it would be a pale imitation

drop it….and it might get its value back….buried and recovered decades later….

So, with that in mind – here’s a pic of a local northern landmark from a local artist (you might know him, you’re reading his stuff!!!) – lets call it £10 for a print

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Bottle

Acrostic, Childhood, Growing up, Life, Poetry

Bottle

Behind every cordial known to kids

On the Supermarket shelf

The humble glass bottle – A marvel of invention

Take it off the shelf – consume the fruity contents – and return as soon as possible

Lots of kids lined up outside the newsagents

Expecting a shiny silver coin for “Takin’ the bockles back”