Old friends

Poetry

Salford, 14th November 2018

Memories of a mate, brought back in an instant

A blast from the past, delivered with a click

Noted – you’ve not talked for a while

Changes in address do that 

Hoping – they remember your name

Expectations raised as they recognise your face

Someone should have said – its the passing of time

Talk about the old days, in a familiar place

Engaging about others 

Round a table with Tea and cake

Old Friends

Poetry, Schooldays

Note from Inky:

Cheers to

https://serafinajayne.wordpress.com/2017/02/09/friendship/

for the prompt

 

You’ve been around for a bit

going round in the same circles

but passing each other without noticing

 

You shared everything

from gobstoppers to pencil cases

and spots on the high school bus

 

Your paths met

a lifetime fork in the road

as you went one way, and they went another

 

You wandered where they ended up

No phone calls letters or e-mails

Till one day – a message – “You’ve got mail”

 

Arrangements made

and best suit pressed

for a meet of the whole year – most impressed

 

And as you reach, the dance hall door

your old friends sat waiting – like you knew them before

as you head out to venture the dance hall floor

Nursery Crime

Learning, Schooldays, writing

Rhyme

Sat in class with pen in hand

English teachers lesson planned

write us a poem, without any rhyme

you have a few days – there’s plenty of time

 

So inspiration i did seek

going through books for a week

and every page would set up the same

with two words a rhyming – without any blame

 

Sing a Song of Sixpence, Jack and Jill

Humpty Dumpty, all from the quill

of a master writer, who’d mastered his art

and educated fellows – would tear it apart

 

I did my best – and restored a piece

giving the rhymes their release

but end of the day – i’d return to that book

as i liked the original way that they looked

Recite

Growing up, Learning, Life, Memories, Schooldays

Recite

Inky, enters the TARDIS again….and lands in Our Lady of Mount Carmel RC High…third year english..and the origins of his poetry

I recall old wooden benches – the ones with (ironically) the old inkwell’s set into the base.

Mountains of Books handed down from pupil to pupil and placed strategically on what i’d now call the Northwest corner of the table

The teacher would begin – and then stopping at a paragraph – he’d pick a pupil at random, going around the classroom

Young minds caught on tenterhooks as the class ventured their way through the story.

On one or two occasions – the book matter changed – the hardback stories stayed where they were – to be returned to on another occasion – and the brightly coloured books were passed from pupil to pupil

The Adventures of Isobel….The Nonsense poems of Ogden Nash….pieces from “Local” poets….Roger McGough, Brian Patten (The regional difference hadn’t hit me in my formative years), not forgetting “The classics”, Kipling, stephenson and all.

And there would even be the time where an adolescent squeaky voice – changing by the day with puberty would have to deliver one or two pieces

“Isobel met an enormous bear….Isobel, Isobel, didn’t care”

(Ogden Nash – The Adventures of Isobel)

I’d write away in my exercise books with glee guided by the work of these poets

it’s something thats stuck with me ever since.

The Old School tie….

Childhood, Clothes, Growing up, Memories, Schooldays

Uniform

schooltie

Our Lady of Mount Carmel RC High School, 1987

Stood inside the “New” Amalgamated school by Buile Hill Park, in Salford.

Two sets of kids awaiting to go off to lessons – but first – the set up of forms

The classes had to be put together – Cathedral with St Lawrence’s.

you couldn’t tell them apart – similarity with the standard kit – Black/Charcoal Grey Trousers, White shirt/blouse (light Blue was allowed), Navy Blue jumper….

and of course…the school tie.

The boys would always do something with their jumper – round the shoulders or tied round the waist

The girls on occasion would do the tomboy thing – wearing the school tie whilst messing with the regulation skirt

In the crowded school hall , friends wave to one another that they recognise – How?

The School Tie was ever so slightly different in the way the light blue stripes landed on the dark blue….and till the new stock came in – that’s the way it would stay.

They wore them like badges of honour.

Pink Carnation

Colours, Flowers, Garden, Growing up, Poetry, Romance, Romantic, Schooldays

#Coloryourworld #cyw #pinkcarnation #acrostic #pinks #flower

11th April 2017

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Could it be

A reason why I never can forget you

Real beauty – enveloped in a dress the colour of that flower

Never forgotten that spring night after

An attempt to grab your attention

Tomorrow, they say – is another day, but

I can’t get the vision of your smile from my head

One day – the fairytale might come true, but its

Noted you’re wearing that flower tonight

 

Echoes of the past

Acrostic, Learning, Memorial, Memories

Echo

Maybe it was the fact – I knew the way,

Edging to go down this way and not the other way I knew

Moments recalled – at the sight of an

Old rusting metal fence, encircling bright shiny new towers

Recollections of a time – a place of learning was here

In which i’d learn my craft, hone my skill

And gain a respect and love for the thing I appreciate

Long since replaced – the place of learning…but its fondly remembered

Connection

Growing up, Life, People, Poetry, Romance, Schooldays

In response to the daily post discover challenge Connection

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Connection

by Brian F Kirkham

3rd August 2016

 

When we were younger

we played in the park

communicating between trees

through a piece of string

 

Walking hand in hand

through the marigolds

whispering sweet nothings

as we picked daisies

 

Playing games

Sharing laughs

on the swings

in the park

 

Growing up – still friends

but distance the great divider

as you flew over land

my feet on the floor

 

Good Friends apart

the string uncut

now sharing messages

over the internet