Salford, 14th November 2018
Memories of a mate, brought back in an instant
A blast from the past, delivered with a click
Noted – you’ve not talked for a while
Changes in address do that
Hoping – they remember your name
Expectations raised as they recognise your face
Someone should have said – its the passing of time
Talk about the old days, in a familiar place
Engaging about others
Round a table with Tea and cake
Note from Inky:
Cheers to
https://serafinajayne.wordpress.com/2017/02/09/friendship/
for the prompt
You’ve been around for a bit
going round in the same circles
but passing each other without noticing
You shared everything
from gobstoppers to pencil cases
and spots on the high school bus
Your paths met
a lifetime fork in the road
as you went one way, and they went another
You wandered where they ended up
No phone calls letters or e-mails
Till one day – a message – “You’ve got mail”
Arrangements made
and best suit pressed
for a meet of the whole year – most impressed
And as you reach, the dance hall door
your old friends sat waiting – like you knew them before
as you head out to venture the dance hall floor
#NaPoWriMo #fanletter #PTerry![terry_pratchett[1].jpg](https://inkdropblog.files.wordpress.com/2016/04/terry_pratchett1.jpg?w=764)
A fan letter to the late #TerryPratchett,
(who I met at a Book signing in Manchester back in 2003).
Hi there Terry,
It’s me, the Lanky lad from Lancashire
Memories of meeting you in Manchester
Along with an Army of other readers
Discussing our favourite Discworld books,
As we waited in the wind
Wobbly walking up to your desk in Waterstone’s Bookstore
Shaking a Legendary writers hand,
as you took time to answer questions from a fan
Memories captured in a Moment
Shared between a Fan and an Author
and captured in a simple signature.
Hope all is well in Deaths Domain….
All the Best,
Brian
P.S. Hope you won the Chess Game.
Coloured lights flicker off
the big glitter ball
as you arrive at the dance
at the old school hall
Friends from your past,
Greet with a cheer
as you are the one,
they want to be near!
All of those faces, from days of old
Come into the warmth, and out of the cold
and the faces around you, don’t seem to have changed
You thought they’d forgot you
They all know your name
You talk with your chums,
remembering the time
when you were in French
Conversing your lines
And the girl you once fancied
is at the back of the room
Remembering the light
you gave in the gloom
You’re all drinking things
Not allowed in that time
as you reminisce with Bitter
or Vodka and Lime
Now she’s dancing wi’ Girlfriends
to a tune you both knew,
She’s 16 again
and you’re feeling Blue.
She walks across the hall
and calls out your name.
You raise a smile
and take part in her game.
And as she skips across sweetly
grabbing hold of your hand,
you both dance together
to the sound of the band
