Categories
Colours

Maroon

#CYW #Maroon

Salford, 9th June 2020

Some say it’s the colour of conkers

after they’ve fallen out of shell

Some say it’s the colour of leather

it’s difficult to tell….

For while its not brown, its most definately not red

its more colour of the cows in the field that are fed

or their hides on the soles of the shoes in the street

covering ladies or gentlemen’s feet

Or perhaps the jacket, that strolls in to town

some shades of this colour – don’t suit a ball gown

the answer you see – to this definite riddle

the maroon colour – is somewhere in the middle

Categories
Character Clothes Poetry

Old Shoes

Salford 23rd September 2018

I remember the day i first bought them,

fresh out of the box and smelling like they’d just come out of the factory

They fitted my feet nicely, but i’d been told i needed to break them in

so over the next few days – i wore them in the house

as i got the feel of them i took them down the Trafford Road

getting them wet in a Greater Manchester rain storm

being well waxed – it didnt effect them for a while

time however is a fickle thing – and my shoes have lost their hardened exterior

My slippers look on in envy, as my feet feel comfy in the broken down softness

wont be long before a trip to the shoe shop – and a rendezvous with the recycle bin

Categories
Arts Heritage Historical History Tradition

Blacksmith II

in response to Leftovers Sandwich

A poem created from the left out scribbles of “The blacksmith” – perfect for the Leftovers sandwich challenge.

fire burning brightly

forging metal by the smith

who fixes up the shoes

for a grateful shire horse

in the gloom

of a metal foundry

a mighty beasts shoes

take form on an anvil

Wheels of industry

wait patiently

on Northern Cobbles

for Engine’s shoes

The smith – Honest to the last

taking care of his customer

crafting shoes to a size

to earn his prize

Categories
Clothes Home Life Time

Transition

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Work…Play…Rest…:)

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Categories
Heritage Historical

The Blacksmith

The Blacksmith

A tale inspired by a visit to “Lark Hill Place” in Salford’s Museum and Art Gallery

The fire’s coals burn brightly
forging metal for the ‘smith
who fixes shoes for the horses
and the wheels for the carts they’re with
It can be dark and gloomy in th’foundry
when the coals dim their glow
but the iron fires up brightly
and on the anvil it goes
And he’ll fit the shoes on the horses
bashing horseshoes to go on their feet
and wont hit nails in t’ hooves till
he knows that everythings reet
For the shoes that don’t fit the horse well
end up back in the oven to glow
will the shoes in this rhyme, fit the horse in time?
Only the smithy will knowBut the blacksmith’s an honest profession
and horses, he’ll come to their aid.
Making horseshoes that are nice, set at the right price
ensuring that he gets well paid.