The Inkwell#socs #collect
items around a room – connect
common nik naks from different spaces
different things the people collect
treated with the upmost respect
on shelves the nik nak presence graces
as others pass and then inspect
and on the shelf – the humble object
with others are cleaned in their places
should elders eyes turn at them and reject
#Octpowrimo #Whoami
A notable thing is character
Being ones self
Creative experiences that
Define who you are
Even if its the only thing they’ll know you for
A few bumps and scratches along the way
Brain ops and chicken pox two little obstacles
Cerebral Palsy and “Juvenile arthritis” the other
Determination to walk and overcome the obstacles
Each medical “Expert” put in my path
A smile and friendly ear to all
Beavering away at a project or two
Crafting works with my camera (or pen and paper)
Delivering talks at a place of learning
Every week of the year
A keen reader, and audiobook listener
Bookshelves crammed with well known authors
Cricket shares space with Football (soccer) and Sci-Fi
Discworld stories and Tommy Cooper
Each book a page turner
A Family Album, now replaced by SD Cards
Brought to life by an electronic photo frame
Collated scribbles published by others
Don their own little space on the bookshelf as
Excited Spectators and Visitors are greeted by me
And memories of friends and family are all around
Behind individual knick-knacks sat in their spots
Commonwealth memories to
Days of academic achievement
Each one a little piece of the Jigsaw that makes me
Salford, 23rd October 2019
#Octpowrimo #cat #Memories
They called you crazy – but you were quite a character,
king of the garden and the dining room floor
ignoring the cat food – for sardines or cod
and eating fish batter – which I found rather odd
got into a fuss if little ones picked you up
but clawed for attention – worse than a pup
playing with wool balls – attending your brain
then jumping out th’window – into spring rain
You didn’t like little uns pulling your tail
but would destroy others dinners beyond the pail
dashing to your sleep spot and blanket to hide
hoping you wouldn’t be hurled outside
Sat watching telly – on the rug in the house
occasionally playing with your catnip mouse
flicking your tail, when you wanted a feed
and hiding under the sofa when you did a bad deed
#Octpowrimo #Ocean #Sea
Sat on a boat in the Sunshine
enjoying the ocean blues
as the sealife swims alongside
Shoals of
excitable marine life
are following the line of the boat
Slicing through the waves
each passenger lifts up slightly
as the boat goes up a touch
Salford, 15th September
#CYW #BurntSienna
I recall a leather chair
the smell of it as I sat in it in the morning
it’s sound as I got my back into its folds
it squeaked – like a mouse looking for food
Looking out beyond the glass
in a warm seat
looking out for snowmen
beyond the garden fence
Sitting there quietly
watching the snowflakes
fall to the ground
whilst warming my hands on a hot mug
Salford 28th August 2019
#cyw #brickred #salford
I remember those streets,
the houses and walls
constructed from something
from down in the ground
Fired earth formed into an oblong
and fashioned into spaces
places, to cook, wash, read, and rest
for those living there – the best
And they were Not all uniform –
not all the same shade
some hidden round airbricks
the ones that just made grade
But from down the road
Their colours stood proud
as this orange / brick red
sang through northern streets loud
Salford 17th April 2019
#FOWC
It’s the ability
to remember
names and faces and dates
times and events
from a long time away
so memories aren’t lost
of moments from a time
where the best time you had
was splashing your feet in the sea
#Promptuarium #Photo Album
#octpowrimo
Salford , 10th October 2018
I don’t remember exactly
When my clumbersome feet
Felt lighter than a feather
Perhaps it was walking across fields of flowers
Or watching the squirrels In the local park,
Rolling around in the mounds of freshly cut grass
Or maybe, it was the taste of strawberries in winter,
Hiding away in a little fruit tartlet
Or at most, the moment at that high school dance
Where the girl I had an eye on gave me half a chance
Moments now scattered in the mind, here and there
Moments I was literally dancing on air
#promptuarium #prose #inkdropk
Took myself on a walk – to remember
happy times, when a group of us
went a wondering to places far and wide
places planned, and journeys grand
remembering a mate, and wondering why
it was far too early to say goodbye
