Taken Midday
Half way through Saturday
Fish wi summat spicy is cooking downstairs
the birds are flying round the close
having returned from foreign climbs
and football fans are converging
on a corner chippy of their favourite ground
they’re in good company
but i’ll wait till the cod lands on the noodles indoors.
IWM North, Trafford, Manchester , 5th October 2018
#octpowrimo
A year to remember
else everyone forgets
the sacrifice of those
who joined up fighting
for king and country
each one now a memory
flowing down from the earth
a century later
#coloryourworld #cyw #mountainmeadow
Salford, 22nd February 2017
Lakeland, painting from photo by B.F.Kirkham
Mountain Meadow,
this colour takes me back to a particular time in my life
when my old boots would come off the stack in the hallway
and i’d journey with mates up and down the motorway
go north – and meet up with the cows of the lakes
rendezvous-ing with cows (mooing)
go south – and meet up with the sheep of the peaks
and reservoir regulars with bright coloured beaks
enjoying whatever the wind and the clouds threw at us
but mostly enjoying a sunny day.
#DiscoverWP
In response to the prompt
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/discover-challenges/raison-detre/
So then, why do I write ?
It’s a really good question, one which I’m honest Id have to admit the answer comes out of one of therapy rather than creativity
Back in my younger years, I was really good at it…characters spilled out onto blank exercise books to produce articles that a novice Tennyson, Orwell or Keats would have been proud of…comprehension well beyond my years one teacher wrote about me in a school report.
A meeting with a drop off a wall in school and a subsequent reunion with the neurological team at Salford royal put pay to that.
It took another two years before I could say I was back on my feet, but by then I was bearing a few scars…
College went well with support, as did a fateful experience at university but in the end the scrambled eggs of my memory got in the way of meaningful work.
So, combined with my trusty cameras …. I picked up my pen and began writing again, combining it with volunteer assignments across the county. I’d do an event, and upon coming home scribble it down in poem or prose..
Most of them you’ll find on here.
A piece of prose by the author, in response to the Prompt
What is that hiding behind your back ?
Something you do not want seen – hidden away
Who’s that for ? What’ve you bought now?
Your face reveals nothing but a beaming smile
Clues abundant – around the house
Icing sugar and poster paint all over the kitchen
and hiding away in a colourful box
A special surprise – is under the stairs.
