Mirror Man

Poetry

#FFFC #Mirror #Man

Manchester, 7th October 2019

A tale of a street performer, inspired by Fandango’s Picture in the Flash Fiction Challenge

He Stands on his spot,

on the grass in the square,

doing his thing

while the others stare.

image by mirceaianc at Pixabay.com.

Today it is sunny,

so today – there’s a crowd

with his occasional movement

they cheer out loud

Sometimes a bird might land on his head

hoping for the chance that they might be fed

So inside his pocket – should there be a need

he has a small bag, of bird food or seeds

Little girl passing, trying to be brave

mirror man turns and gives her a wave

and watches others, as he gives them the time

in amusing but wordless performance in mime.

Burnt Orange

Cooking, Food, Fruit, Poetry

#Coloryourworld #Cyw #BurntOrange

I’ve never got my head around this

from Lancashire to Yorkshire, from Spain to Greece

I’d sit in amusement

as master chefs who made the grade,

cooking food as a show,  Practicing their trade

toasting a poor citrus slice – within an inch of its life

(and occasionally catching the chef – causing strife)

presented with fish or meat with salad on wood –

it never really tasted how it should

the foodanistas would praise it constantly on the net

but do the same things at home – No – i’d bet

instead they post a falsehood on twitter

as burnt citrus isn’t tasty – it’s really quite bitter!

The Musical Place

Arts, Drama, Musicals, Performance, Theatre

The Lowry in Salford - Topic of the poem

The Lowry in Salford – Topic of the poem “The Musical Place”

 

A poem dedicated to the Millennium Landmark of the Arts – based right in my home city, by the banks of the Manchester ship canal.

There’s a place by Pier Eight,

at the end of the quay –

where people go looking for things to see.

I’m talking of Art from Present and Past,

and Shows and plays with memories that’ll last

And people they come from near and from far

drinking a coffee from the pre-show bar

as thespians make some last pre-show checks

behind the curtain, like some nervous wrecks

And paintings from famous painters they’ll see

like that one known as simply “Lowry”

and curators look on with a smile as they pass

looking at paintings from artist amassed

So, by day people look at the things on display

by night they take in a show or a play

And each night the performers prepare for the boards

behind the stage curtain – in front of the hoards.

And after the show,

for coffee they go ’bout

agreeing that they’ve had

One grand day out