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
Salford 18th March 2018
Anyone who’s read the “First Day at School” piece on here, will know how in my first year at High school – i ended up in Needlework for form.
Well, during the school week that year – as well as your regular stuff from English and Maths, Geography, History and all….we had craft lessons and this took us from Woodwork to Pottery.
But before we could get into the really messy stuff. We had to do the basics
and this meant making a pencil case from scratch
They were all standard size – and made from one standard tartan fabric,
the inner pocket – we could choose a colour from a selection and attached it to the tartan before creating the cases over all shape
I still have memories of lads in their craft aprons yelling out after being stabbed by a stray pin. For me, my Achilles heel was getting the thread in the needle
Once attached, we were shown how to operate the sewing machine
As i put my foot to the pedal – i watched as the fabric slowly formed into the case
Then the decorations and fixings went on – biased binding, riff-raff braid in all colours and velcro and pop-studs
It took a few sessions to master, but when i finished i’d created something i’d be proud to take into the rest of class with
Every memory can be triggered
Veils of happy tears and wonderful times at an
Occasion such as a cousins wedding
Kept safe in the head until
Engaged by a sight , sound or even a smell
in response to the prompt –
Glorious
Side, Turkey – 2007
Looking through the old photos again
enjoying a walk in the mangavat valley near to our holiday apartment
as i remember, the sun was a little hot – and this was taken later in the afternoon
remains of a roman wall, set among grains and vines
now i look back – it was a glorious view
Memories are a funny thing
even if your memory is reletively sound
making the memory into something permanent requires an
open mind and something to refer to
remembering mum and dads birthday might be an easy one, but
if your mind slips, whilst you are
Zedding away in the land of nod – its
easy to let time pass you by – best use a diary!
