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Poetry

Breeze

Salford, 23rd May 2020

#weather #nature #winds #trees

Something’s afoot,

the barometer has moved with a bounce

it’s not a Winds day but it

feels like it and the

foliage on the trees – is dancing

Westerly winds

in a rush to navigate their way to

northern pennine hills

determined trees – doing their best to

stay upright from the invisible charge

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Acrostic Poetry

Wistful

#writephoto #wistful

A wistful scene

She returned to the moor

every hill a passing memory

veils of tears ran down her face

each time she remembered the angry rant

now she had thrown the ring back at him

she was returning to her cottage – in pieces

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Haunted Places Poetry

Not so fun fair

Salford, 15th September 2018

#Promptuarium #funfair

notsofunfair

The park wasn’t the same since the incident

the big wheel now sits there alone

the funfair moved on – down the road to another town

no explanation given, and silence from its visitors

as gory decoration sways from the wheel

in the northern wind

 

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Poetry

Visitor

#manchester #northwest

Manchester 23rd August

landed from some far away land

far from out in space

he wanted to experience life at a different sort of pace

he landed at the airport

created a kind of scene

they hadn’t seen someone at customs

quite that kind of green

after getting past the customs

he went off to the hills

experiencing the climbing

the wind the air the chills

and when he’d seen all that

he headed for the beach

and stuck his feet with all twelve toes

in the cool waters he could reach

drying off in a deckchair

having enjoyed his dips

he watched the waves roll into shore

with a box of fish and chips

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Photography Poetry Water

Flowing

Liquid

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#OWPC

Salford 16th May 2018

Who needs evian ?

Coming live from the finest aquifers

rolling and travelling through rivers and streams

filtered through Mountains, Limestone and granite

and stored in great lakes and reservoirs

the purest and freshest water

and its coming direct to the tap

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Arts Heritage Historical History Tradition

Blacksmith II

in response to Leftovers Sandwich

A poem created from the left out scribbles of “The blacksmith” – perfect for the Leftovers sandwich challenge.

fire burning brightly

forging metal by the smith

who fixes up the shoes

for a grateful shire horse

in the gloom

of a metal foundry

a mighty beasts shoes

take form on an anvil

Wheels of industry

wait patiently

on Northern Cobbles

for Engine’s shoes

The smith – Honest to the last

taking care of his customer

crafting shoes to a size

to earn his prize