#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
Memories
Tale of a Pencil Case
Childhood, Memories, SchooldaysSalford 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
Evoke
Acrostic, Memories, PoetryEvery 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
Glorious!
Acrostic, Holidays, Memories, Poetry
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
Random Access Memories
Acrostic, BASIC, MemoryMemories 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!
Out to Sea
Life, Memories, Poetry, Sailing, SeaSalford, 6th July 2017
A reminiscence
Out on the great waters of the Irish sea
Seventy two feet of ocean going vessel
designed by a master boatman
Water moving over the hull of the ship
together moving sails to continue the trip
following course – given by the skipper
adventures i’d dreamt of when i were a nipper
Eight novice shipmates with Four Able crew
visiting harbours – some old, and new
steering a course , to places ahead
reaching the dock – before heading for bed
Mountain Meadow
Art, Colours, Leisure, Life, Memories, Outdoor Pursuits, Outdoors, Parks, Places, Pleasures#coloryourworld #cyw #mountainmeadow
Salford, 22nd February 2017
Lakeland, painting from photo by B.F.Kirkham
Mountain Meadow,
this colour takes me back to a particular time in my life
when my old boots would come off the stack in the hallway
and i’d journey with mates up and down the motorway
go north – and meet up with the cows of the lakes
rendezvous-ing with cows (mooing)
go south – and meet up with the sheep of the peaks
and reservoir regulars with bright coloured beaks
enjoying whatever the wind and the clouds threw at us
but mostly enjoying a sunny day.
Capture it….
Heritage, Historical, HistoryYoung minds wondered aimlessly
around the museum space
hearing the sounds around them
as they found their place
The colour returned – to their eyes
upon seeing my trolley – to my surprise
and hearing a colleague veterans tale
it was like we’d found the holy grail
Stories were told as they wore the hats
and genuine interest grew from these cats
as enthusiasm blossomed around our bit
The teacher wanted to bottle it…
For as the veteran told his tale
the enthusiasm blossomed without fail
and communication started tween young and old
as a tale of the home front it was told.
Echoes of the past
Acrostic, Learning, Memorial, MemoriesMaybe it was the fact – I knew the way,
Edging to go down this way and not the other way I knew
Moments recalled – at the sight of an
Old rusting metal fence, encircling bright shiny new towers
Recollections of a time – a place of learning was here
In which i’d learn my craft, hone my skill
And gain a respect and love for the thing I appreciate
Long since replaced – the place of learning…but its fondly remembered
My Notebooks
writingSalford, 9th August 2016
I see them as a fine artist sees a piece of canvas.
Decorated, Labelled and in different colours
I take one around with me wherever I go – depending on weather conditions i’ll use my trusty Parker pen to scribble down my thoughts or a standard run of the mill pencil
If its something that needs my full attention – then fireworks appear – in the form of Luminous colours from a highlighter pen and ticks and asterisks appear if its something I want to share on this blog – or if its something I want to turn more permanent – the scribble gets torn out of the notebook and stored in my Art Materials box. It gets joined with a plan scribble as to what colours i’m going to use, whether or not I use pastel, ink, or paint…and how i’ll approach putting what I captured on camera to my art collection.
Something captures my eye – i’ll write my initial thoughts … plan out what i’m drawing and/or take notes at what’s happening…see it as seeds falling on composted soil
Eventually – something grows
The power of the pencil and paper is immense – ideas for poetry can come out of drawings – articles for blogs on this very website – come from a doodle made on a park bench.
