#fowc #slide #childhood
Childhood joy
summed up in a single word.
Something to play with
than swings, see-saws or roundabouts
Ascending to the clouds
with each big step
And then travelling at speed
to your mum and dad below
Playground
Fragrance
Flowers, Romance, Romanticfragrance
Salford 25th July 2017
For centuries, the makers of perfume have made
Romantic smells from the humble garden
Animated – and captured with oils wine and water
Girls grab their latest favourite – in an attempt to
Reach out – without a step – to the lad of their dreams
Attraction can be immediate – turning heads
Never think that it’s the scent alone that does it –
Cupid’s arrow is fickle at times – but
Every girl knows – to get his attention – it’s a start!
Billy the Conqueror
Childhood, Fun, Poetry, Schooldays, Tale
Could it be fate, that
at 11.06 a new king of the schoolyard was crowned ?
In a Hastings school conquest with the town folk watching
Harry saw his hopes and dreams shatter
into a hundred different pieces
over the tarmac floor
But unlike his namesake – he didn’t get any in his eye
Putting the bootlace back in his pocket
he sought reflection, under a nearby Horse chestnut tree
Maidens hearts fluttered as the crowd jumped and cheered
whilst lads in the playground greatly revered
the conker as hard as a diamond….
and its owner – William – the Conkeror!
A small note from inky…readers might be curious on the time in the piece….1066 transposed on a digital clock…and there’s 60 mins in an hour😉
Jump!
Childhood, PoetryJump
jumping in the air
Free as a bird
Light as a feather
Or so I have heard
Just don’t attempt it
After lunch or your tea,
Because of the effects
Of Gravity.
Firework
Acrostic, Childhood, Growing up, Learning, Life, Poetry, Romantic, SchooldaysA proper little firework
ready to burst or explode in a moment
to get full attention
in the playground from
someone they’ve had their eye on in
the lunch break
(some one – get the sand bucket – she’s about to go off!)
Keeping an eye on the clock
Accidents, Creatures, Finite, LifeKeeping an eye on the clock
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Finite Creatures.”
The realisation I wasn’t superman…
Could have been when I was five, at my first fall in the school playground
each cut knee – a badge of honour…
Or later in my teenage years when some eedjit pushed me off a wall and I ended up concussed
Or Perhaps when I had my IV shunt replaced to save my life (that was a biggie)
They say a cat has nine lives…this cat has lost three.
So I keep an eye on the clock – Time’s Precious.
