Historical History Memorial Museum Museums Poetry Remembrance War Weaponry World War I

The Guns Fall Silent

A poem commemorating the anniversary of world war I,

(The photograph : taken at Imperial War Museum, the field gun that fired the first shot of World war I)
(The photograph : taken at Imperial War Museum, the field gun that fired the first shot of World war I)

The shells were stopped
and Rifles were dropped
on a place , of a Belgian field
war was ceased, and peace revealed
on a field in Flanders.

A Silence fell,
on this muddy hell
Release and Relief showed on the face
of every Brit and German placed
on a field in Flanders

Agreements made
and shells laid
down without being fired
as a peace (of sorts) was inspired
on a field in Flanders

And Guns on the left
and Guns on the right
stayed silent together that night
as warring factions stopped the fight
on a field in Flanders.

Two Minute Silence

The Field Gun


BASIC Health Memory Poetry

Broken Biscuits & Jigsaw Puzzles

A poem I wrote for the People with Disabilities group on

Thought i’d share it here

They saved me from that watery end
and patchy memories that would send
this humble poet, up the creek
a simple solution i would seek

Memories laid, now they would hide
in a dark place, residing inside
but with careful aid, and trained eye
I recalled the puzzles that passed me by

Balance, a common problem to me
identified when I were three
and Inturned feet were a hint
to doctors who put me in splints

And pieces of puzzles, sometimes didn’t fit
so down on a chair , i would sit
and talked to the man with letters after name
till i could manage to work out the game

I’d master the cracks in th’pavement (and stairs)
Visiting the quacks for running repairs
and learning new things, i’d take my time
Mastering concepts, rhythm and rhyme

Trips to the hospital , every week
Physios practicing their technique
OTs giving pencil grips
and handing out writing tips

Doing things, helped a lot
Art, craft and writing joined the dots
and changing the goalposts, i patched up the holes
as i set myself some brand new goals.

Handling schoolwork – a bit of a task
and work deadlines a bit of an ask
but accepting it all – I’ve drawn not won
and doing volunteering has been fun!

I learned new ways of learning, and some of its took’
now scribbling notes in a bright red notebook
recovery’s coming, but i’ll take in the tips
as this memory thing, i start to get grips.

So i’ll take my time, till the pieces fit
writing my poems , and volunteering a bit
learning new things, wi others to do
leaving mi’ worries and having fun too

IWM North Museum Museums Photography Places Poetry Transport War

The Little White Car

The East German alternative to the VW
The East German alternative to the VW Post WW2 – The Trebant

The little white car,
sits in th’ museum with pride
sitting on a plinth, sat up tall
The car built on the other side of the wall

The Red brigade closed VW down
In East Germany, the owners just sat and frowned,
As the little white car rolled in to town

You had to be creative with a shortage of steel,
but East German workers, would go without meals
as they waited in line, for a vehicle to drive
The Trebant was something, for people to strive.

And as for this car – design you couldn’t knock
the car that was made for the Soviet Bloc.
From Poland to Slovakia they all gave their aid,
in order for the little white car to make th’grade.

As a bit of a Kit – Car, it had fits and starts…
but a positive came from its changeable parts
An engine from Lada, Exhaust – FSO
Just add in some sparkplugs – away you would go

And those with VWs on the west side of th’wall,
would laugh at the little white car most of all.
As a symbol of communism – there in the east,
the little white car – was a toothless beast.

But each owner of one, would sing and rejoice
even if car, was not one of their choice.
as car raised their status – each one raised a voice,
Their little “Trebant” – was their own “Rolls-Royce”

Engine Exhibits Fire IWM North Museum Museums Photography Places Poetry War World War II

Little Ol’ Red

The Fire pump issued to the Ferranti Works in World War II
The Fire pump issued to the Ferranti Works in Hollinwood in World War II, Now on Display at Imperial War Museum North, Trafford.

Little Old Red is resting,
he’s done its best.
When the world was at war,
and bombs fell to the floor

These crafty bombs made fire
over concrete and grass
so firecrews met round him
to work they’d amass.

Putting out fires and
protecting from damage,
A meal th’crew would eat
was the most they could manage

And taking their cue,
from the wardens in black
the fire crews stopped fires
from the enemy attack

As Little Red emptied
eighty pools in a day
Keeping the danger
of fire at bay
But now that war’s over
the spotlight’s now on him
as he tells tales of the firemen
that isn’t quite so grim

Museum Museums Photography Poetry


Harrier Jump Jet - on display in the Main exhibition space at Imperial War Museum North, Trafford
The Harrier Jump Jet – On display at the front of the Main Exhibition Space, IWM North.


Hello chaps! all you down there
Tis I, the mechanical bird in th’air
protecting you all at night and day
keeping enemy forces at bay

Armed only with the best weaponry –
I carry tactical rockets you see!
But my best qualities are in th’movement in air
passing over forests and mountains wi’ flair

I can take off from ships , both large and of small
my take off system’s the best of them all
One blast from my jets and up i do go
so i can look for the enemy foe

And whether its land, or down on the sea
my pals on the ground are glad to see me
as i help them out, ‘gainst enemy
and provide them some cover from over the trees

And when i’ve provided my air support
i’ll head off back to carrier or port
before a new mission, another sortie
keeping you safe, out over the sea.


Heavy Knight

heavy knight

A piece of poetry written by me – inspired by the photograph

The punk princess
Sat in the garden shed
Having had her shining knight
Drop her at the castle door
The portcullis closed
Night spent with sentry

also on

Beach Holidays Photography Places Poetry


#Holidays #Turkey #Sandcastles

Whilst out in Turkey, when I had the opportunity…I built a sandcastle or two…Now you might think I was being infantile – and that would be your free choice, but when all you have is the sand and the sea (and perhaps the odd turtle for company) there’s v. little you can do other than get your hands in the sand and build something.


In honour of all those structures that fell to the waters of Oledeniz and Fetyihe I thought i’d pull out a favourite poem of mine Written by me on a similar shore

Basic sandcastles


By Brian F Kirkham

They stand tall against the tide

lined up, like a wall.

Crafted and built up on the beach,

about a foot tall.

Solid in Structure, and easy to make,

They stand tall and proud – not one of them breaks.

Until the time comes, and Sea reaches shore

and these Titans of Sand, crumble once and then more

as they keep taking water – they tumble to the sea

so its time to head home now and have fish for our tea!

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The Great British Write Off

A selection of works I’ve had work published in!

Apart from writing this blog, I also maintain a presence on the Poetry Site – and contribute work to contests run by Forward Poetry.

I’ve appeared in a number of publications printed out of these contests a selection is displayed above…In response to the mass appreciation to the Great British Bake Off on BBC TV – Writers were Invited to submit their entries to the Great British Write Off

You could write about anything – but pulling two threads together – I submitted my piece “Sandwiches” – It appeared on Page 8 of the final printed book.

The first “Great British Write Off”

for those who haven’t read it (really ?)  here’s where you’ll find it.–Sand-wiches-by-InkdropK

I’ve entered this years Great British Write Off , and took my inspiration from family holidays I used to take around the UK Coastline…and I’m pleased to report it too has been published…whether or not I win or not – i’ll find out in 2016.

but for those who cannot wait to read it 🙂

Childhood History Photography Toys Victorian

The old toy shop

Radcliffes Toy shop Lark Hill Place Salford Art Gallery
Radcliffes Toy shop
Lark Hill Place
Salford Art Gallery

A tale of Lark Hill Place, Salford by inky.

As you walk into Lark Hill Place,

and head over limestone and cobbled space

at the end of the street, something catches young eyes

in Radcliffe’s toyshop there on by

Stuffed toy animals, puzzles and blocks

Snakes and Ladders, and marbles from rocks.

Noah’s ark, animals – punch and judy too

Made for the kid who’s after summat new.

Whipping tops provide a young lad with a smile,

whilst saving his pocket money for a brief while

praying that Santa will deliver of course

a brand new and wonderful bright rocking horse

But for now he’ll play marbles wi’ kids on the street

and then after chores head to shop for a treat

then he’ll play with his animals on the step or in th’park

before heading for bed – just before dark.

Birds Cityscapes Monuments Statues

Monumental Critic

Manchester 25th September 2015

Inky’s thoughts on what the winged residents of Manchester think of the statues great and good…..

Victoria sits, on her throne – aghast

as the winged horde give their all

on statues laid, that her people paid

of her best men standing tall.

And as Peel and Cobden stand there,

opposite the great civic hall,

winged terrors at best – are making a mess

disgusting the nobles one and all.

So, the fathers – from the hall’s called in an “Expert”

and winged reinforcements he’s brought.

But in rain – the birds laugh (as they have a good bath)

as they know they can’t all be caught.

And with workmen working twenty-four-seven,

and the birds of prey flying day and night

they’ll be working there – in the middle of the square

trying to keep surfaces bright.

But a last word – a thought – for the birdlife

of these statues – they’re really not keen.

as what is now public space – was to them quite ace

when their square was once lush long and green.