Sitting in the garden
Playing with a ball
As Mum or dad
Call out – from beyond the hall
Excitement awaits – we’re off to the museums!
Down goes your head – you don’t want to see ’em
Of course, its not like you’re grateful – you’ve been there before
Up with your classmates – till gone half past four
The holidays are for fun – out in the fresh air!
! You’ll be going somewhere sunny soon – but you don’t care! !
Salford, 4th July 2019
#Fowc #Aquarium #Fish
A picture of the underwater world
quorums of fish meet up in view of human eyes
under temperature controls
as schools of fish travel around
richly seeded beds of coloured gravel
in search of the fish food, hidden
under each pebble and on each sunken artifact
moving quickly past the glass
#FFFC #Abandoned #Derelict #Brokenwindows
with thanks to Aron Jäger@unsplash.com for providing the Image
I remember the weeks before the builders moved in
the children, were now learning – in bright shiny blocks
up the road in the next district
whilst the old building sat – a nest for the birds
and a target for vagabonds with little on their minds
smashed glass and vibrant graffiti the order of the day
as the old iron gates sat rusting
waiting for the wrecking balls to arrive
Salford 2nd January 2019
#christmas #newyear
If you find this post a little scrambled, there is a reason
Six hours kip doesn’t do much for the festive spirit
But just what do you do after new year ?
Back to work or school after two weeks away
If you’re a kid all you want to do is play
With all those toys you pulled with name under tree
And played all week , your time is free
But now clock has chimed…schools calling for you
And work says mum and dad is needed too
While all the time the tree is in the corner with toys
That gave you a surprise, and some extended joy
#octpowrimo
Salford , 10th October 2018
I don’t remember exactly
When my clumbersome feet
Felt lighter than a feather
Perhaps it was walking across fields of flowers
Or watching the squirrels In the local park,
Rolling around in the mounds of freshly cut grass
Or maybe, it was the taste of strawberries in winter,
Hiding away in a little fruit tartlet
Or at most, the moment at that high school dance
Where the girl I had an eye on gave me half a chance
Moments now scattered in the mind, here and there
Moments I was literally dancing on air
#365daysofwriting #Backtoschool
Salford 25th July 2018
If i could go back to school, to master a subject – i reckon it would be Geography i’d do
Not English or History (even though i’ve got an interest in those subjects) – Geography.
You see, even though i’ve made my way through the toughest routefinder map, i still have my doubts how all those lines determine height and depth. It would interest me no end on how those maps of mine translate to modern day life.
It might also fill an hour (or two) of my day. with some unofficial field trips to the pennines and lake district 🙂
#Poetry #Sweets #Confectionary
17th July 2018
I
The container comes down
from the confectioners shelf and
each little drop of sweetness
spills into the bowl
II
Red and Yellow fancies
dusted with icing sugar
and as you open the bag
a blast of pear
III
Each Individually formed
rocky for a short while
but later smooth on the tongue
but watch for the sharp bits
IV
Thud of each drop
hitting the scale
rattle and then crunch
of the halves coming away
V
Sweet and Sour Sensations
tripping off the tongue
taking you back
to schoolday memories
Salford 10th May 2018
You were always the one in school
that caused a scene
causing young heads to turn
at your juvenile antics
Wearing the Uniform
the way you wanted
raising an eye
of the deputy head
They called you “Cool”
and your pals all circled
as school rules fell
and school skirts rose
The defiant red haired streak
got you noticed
by the more butch kids
in the school playground
But at the end of the day
the lad that you wanted
never looked back
leaving you – disappointed
Salford 18th March 2018
Anyone who’s read the “First Day at School” piece on here, will know how in my first year at High school – i ended up in Needlework for form.
Well, during the school week that year – as well as your regular stuff from English and Maths, Geography, History and all….we had craft lessons and this took us from Woodwork to Pottery.
But before we could get into the really messy stuff. We had to do the basics
and this meant making a pencil case from scratch
They were all standard size – and made from one standard tartan fabric,
the inner pocket – we could choose a colour from a selection and attached it to the tartan before creating the cases over all shape
I still have memories of lads in their craft aprons yelling out after being stabbed by a stray pin. For me, my Achilles heel was getting the thread in the needle
Once attached, we were shown how to operate the sewing machine
As i put my foot to the pedal – i watched as the fabric slowly formed into the case
Then the decorations and fixings went on – biased binding, riff-raff braid in all colours and velcro and pop-studs
It took a few sessions to master, but when i finished i’d created something i’d be proud to take into the rest of class with
A few thoughts by inky on todays daily prompt
Sat in a room, lined with literary works
The lad peers through his assessment
Understandably, he might not produce the works of Keats this evening, but with
Dutiful observance, and conscientious research – he might just do well at his
Year Tutors Assessment of his work
