Hidden things

Memories, Poetry

#Promptuarium

13th September 2018

Hidey Holes in the place where I rest my head

hold memories, to recall and to cherish

programmes of events and photographs

uniform pins of times gone by

Old cameras look on in awe as

24 stills turn to 48 turn to over a 100

as film turns to cartridge and to chip

how many memories are on the corner of my desk ?

Archives of old journals and diaries

now playing hide and seek

in the corner of a wardrobe space

On occasion, shown the light to read

And what of the tapes and videos

now boxed away ?

The machines can no longer play

Tape recorder occasionally used, video cassette – gathering dust

Awkward

Acrostic, Poetry, Romance

Awkward

A moment occured

when you expressed your affection for that girl at the bus stop with a

kiss…only for the romance to die

when you shuffled about

against the bus stop pole – in full view of the

remaining passengers, it might seemed

dramatic – and some old ladies smiled (all you could do was look downwards)

Wrinkle

Animals, Poetry

Salford 17th March 2018

Wrinkle

Another day goes by

Another crease forms on the face

A new laughter line joins by the eye

Age they say is a concept

You can be young – even after fifty,

Experts say (at the age of thirty)

I smile at that assertion

as i look at next doors pug – wrinkly and ruffled

Old age hasn’t bothered him – he still chases around the garden

Structure III

Garden, Nature, Photography, Poetry

Decayed Plane tree leaf in Enchanted Garden, BASIC, Salford

Structure

Old decayed leaf

melts into the moss on the car park tarmac

as it disappears into memory

but look at its veins and bones

as it fades into the mud

and you’ll see a remembrance

of the mighty tree

it once was part of.

Pitch War

Birds, Buildings

Salford 6th June 2016

I don’t know really whether or not the change of use of the building on the corner of my street is a blessing or a curse.

Don’t get me wrong, I have nothing against development – before the past owners of the building left – the department of work and pensions, it was an interesting sight seeing the local winged wildlife share room with those looking for work.

The building – sixties style with Victorian features – it served its purpose

but then they moved out – and for some strange reason somebody got a wild and crazy idea

LET’S TURN IT INTO FLATS!

So, those in the know spent two or three years drawing up plans.

Of course, whilst this was going on – the local winged wildlife started to occupy the roofspace….it became a crème-de-la-crème of nesting space

And then the builders moved in – and for those who haven’t heard BBC Radio comedy – it was like an early episode of “The Goons” – Namely “The Starlings”

Thing is – though the builders seem to have won – the starlings given their flying orders and the builders turning the old dole office into apartments for those on the nearby quayside…the winged army haven’t gone that far…some of them on sentry duty by nearby private housing across the way.

And as you can see they’re keeping watch….

The Inkwell

from inkdrop – poetry, places and events

Old

Hidden things

Awkward

Wrinkle

Structure III

Pitch War