Hidden things

Memories, Poetry

#Promptuarium

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

Shallow hole

Character, Poetry

Salford 2nd September

#promptuarium

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

Pigpen

Poetry

#message #cipher #hidden

Like Poirot or James Bond , out for a clue

Over the message you did stew

Nobody knew who had left it there

Great time you spent reading to make you aware

Chocolate location the source of the code

If you could crack it you’d be off to its abode

Pretty hard was the code that hid the text

Holding the place you had the be next

Except this code, might have you beat as you

Reveal the location of the sweet yummy treat

Notable

Poetry

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

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….

 

Dazzle

Army, Historical, Navy, World War I, World War II

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!