Post Christmas Pressies

#Christmas #Hidden #Sweets

7th January 2019

I received an extra present yesterday.

I’d been wandering what dad was going on about when he mentioned an extra present at the end of Christmas time

I’d enjoyed seeing the brightly coloured baubles on the Christmas tree, especially the new larger ones. They were twinkly inside. I just guessed they were part of the decoration

Time came and each of the baubles came off the branches of the tree

and Dad told me of his secret….The twinkly baubles actually contained SWEETS. The foil wrapping reflected the lights off the tree

and in one of the big round baubles , all coloured red was my special surprise – a bag of vanilla fudge.

Stop press….it’s not just my dear old dad hiding stuff in baubles. My provider of hot chocolate has been at it too…delivered on 7th January. so now there’s another metal bauble for the Christmas tree.

Hidden things

#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

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

#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

The Biscuit Tin-Soldier

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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

Notable

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

Toadstool

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

Unseen

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….