Salford 23rd September 2018
I remember the day i first bought them,
fresh out of the box and smelling like they’d just come out of the factory
They fitted my feet nicely, but i’d been told i needed to break them in
so over the next few days – i wore them in the house
as i got the feel of them i took them down the Trafford Road
getting them wet in a Greater Manchester rain storm
being well waxed – it didnt effect them for a while
time however is a fickle thing – and my shoes have lost their hardened exterior
My slippers look on in envy, as my feet feel comfy in the broken down softness
wont be long before a trip to the shoe shop – and a rendezvous with the recycle bin
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
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)
Salford 17th March 2018
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
Decayed Plane tree leaf in Enchanted Garden, BASIC, Salford
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.
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….