Warehouse

Places, Poetry

Salford (Via Trafford Park), 3rd September 2018

 

This is the place

where mighty ships cargo

lay resting after its journey

after a long ride on the waves

 

Men toiled in the heat

as silent shipping crates

moved to the sound of the warehouse mice

avoiding the company cat

 

Inwards and Out

the orders of the day

some on road – some on rail

having come in from sail

 

To be changed in an instant

to wear or to eat

grain for the flour mill

or silk for the mayors seat

 

Changes in time led to changes afoot

as sons and daughters move on in their new fancy boots

dancing away to a shanty or two

like their elders before them – they think that its new!

Roots

Garden, Growing up, Home, Life, Memories, People, Poetry

A response to the prompt Roots

by Brian F Kirkham for the Inkwell

Salford 8th May 2017

Like any other little seed,

you need time to grow

grasp the air

spread some branches

And when the time is right

charged with energy and excitement

you’ll take your own flight

before landing on the soil of your choice

But remember your past

for the time will have passed

and contemplate the time

passed through movement and rhyme

for its time to develop

and grow new shoots

but dont forget family

the place of your roots

Standing Statues

Art, Heritage, Historical, History, Industrial, Photography, Poetry
The Cargo cranes of Manchester Docks, captured on my camera and

The Cargo cranes of Manchester Docks, captured on my camera and “Drawn” using photoshop – Now a happy memory as the cranes are no longer there. Captured and Created by the author.

A tale of the old cargo cranes that once stood proud by Ontario Basin on Salford Quays.

They stood side by side
On the edge of the basin
Dressed in their regal blue
The sky above as clear as day
With the sun reflecting their noble form in shadow.
Once giants of the waters edge
Two Colossus of their time
Lifting precious cargo from ships from far and wide

The mighty ships have left now
No longer passing by.
Stopping now at another destination.
The birds in the skies the cranes only friends
As new craft live in their basin
Their noble arms no longer needed
As the boats are too small now
For them to give aid.

Walking down the streets i knew

Historical, Home, Memories, Poetry

Heading from the museum bridge
and past the Lowry
I’m heading for my little place
by the streets once known to me

Wharfside still contains its ‘houses
but cottons been traded by song
Sea Shanties ? No, but sounds of the day
that play out all day long

Ordsall Hall still stands proud
Off Trafford and Ordsall Lane
A stones throw away, from where kids play
and the site of a redundant crane

Some Public Houses stand adrift
whilst others cook a different whiff
As ghosts of past lick their lips
where once was beer – lies fish and chips

Towers tall on waters edge,
where posh folk sip coffee on their ledge
apartments now – the latest scene
like the ones they knocked down – it seems obscene.

High schools upped their sticks and left
as hotels they moved in
but new ones rose like the phoenix

as new term started therein

So remind me now – when you talk
of communities on Regent and Tamworth Walk
and Townhouses proud on Napier Green
With changes in city – no longer to be seen

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