13th September 2018
Hidey Holes in the place where I rest my head
hold memories, to recall and to cherish
programmes of events and photographs
uniform pins of times gone by
Old cameras look on in awe as
24 stills turn to 48 turn to over a 100
as film turns to cartridge and to chip
how many memories are on the corner of my desk ?
Archives of old journals and diaries
now playing hide and seek
in the corner of a wardrobe space
On occasion, shown the light to read
And what of the tapes and videos
now boxed away ?
The machines can no longer play
Tape recorder occasionally used, video cassette – gathering dust
Salford 2nd September
the highwayman hid his ill gotten gains
in a shallow hole covered in bracken and thorn
where the thought no one would find it.
the highwayman was caught
and hung on a tree
his secret however … remained free
till one day after many years past
the highwaymans secret was uncovered at last
three workmen we’re digging laying pipes for gas
pearls diamonds and rubies uncovered by time
evidence of an old Edwardian crime
and while they cheer , and are running a muck
The ghost of the highwayman is cursing his luck
Salford 12th June 2018
Sits on the window – awaiting his next
Order – arrival of supplies, a
Little late, but
Destination is assured
In time – he’ll receive the goods and keep them safe from
Eager little hands, – the precious cargo will be
Right where they cant see it
Salford, 27th April 2018
In response to the DP Prompt Notable
Nobody could miss the headline of the redtops
big brash and bold – and splashed liberally across the front page
A headline to shock – “EXCLUSIVE” and “SCOOP”
in bold capitals
everyone read the news underneath
till it was proven the day later – it was all a fabrication
politicians calling for editors heads , celebs joining in the circus
reporters not at their desks, hiding from the limelight
photographers seeking solace by a sunny retreat
the apology was notable – issued two days later
short and hidden on a column on Page 4
a late night poem, rewritten from my notebooks – enjoy.
In cold damp and dark
out in the park
a small brown toadstool
sits hiding in the grass
shy and retiring
not best in its class
sheltered by reeds, in the wind and rain
camouflauged by the grass
drinking slowly from the drain
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….
Hey! Over Here! Yeah, man its me!
I’m hiding, in plain sight, out here in the sea.
A product of Her Majesty’s Royal Navy
(but one you can’t spot – on that we’ll agree)
I’ll hide to protect you,
by day or by night.
With my dazzling colours i’ll avoid a fight.
Coloured like sea, so when the sun is so bright
the enemy spotters wont see me right.
And up on my decks, observe the ranks –
Jungle coloured RVs and Desert coloured Tanks
Hiding away, and really hard to see
Ready for missions against the enemy.
But its not just us hiding – take a look in the air,
and catch a glimpse of our flying friends if you care.
You may catch a sight of their trails in the sky,
but by the time you have noticed – they’ve passed you by.
So all keep your eyes peeled,
and don’t let them veer
One Minute I’ll be there,
Then the next – Disappear!