Tag: socks

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Life Poetry

Looking at a line full of laundry

Salford 1st November

Response to a Writeclub Prompt by Inky

#Larkhillplace #writeclub #street #Salford

There’s a breeze tonight

a perfect westerly

don’t need to check the weather forecast

and i’ll tell you why

tween lark hill place and ackers st

the mangles have been working overtime

and Mrs Protheroe’s washing

is hanging on the line

The kids clothes are flying at half mast

while the young ladies are flying like flags

and Mr Protheroe’s socks are swaying in breeze

along with his Oxford Bags

Now you might be concerned for the safety

for the Protheroe’s washing on line

but the washing’s been clipped on quite tightly

and the Policeman says everything’s fine

There’s only one thing of concern now

and its to do with Mrs Protheroe’s suit

for try as they might – the kids could use it as a kite

and it’ll be hanging in the air like a ‘chute!

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Clothes

Where do missing socks go?

#Napowrimo

A sole sock….the others missing! Image by inky

I’ve been told there’s a place

that missing socks go

but where it’s located on this blessed earth

heaven’s do i know

perhaps they’ve gone to that

magic space where the locks have no keys

so they’ve locked on to a pole by a sunny bench

and are sunning themselves with ease

or maybe they’re sharing space in a box

with those puzzle pieces long past

the one’s you’ve been looking out for an age

and when you find ’em will yell at last

They could be hiding in your bag of marbles

or with your seaside pebbles and rocks

but the left out one has now found a right

even if you’re wearing odd socks…..

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Abstract Poetry

Hungry postbox

Salford, 15th March 2021 – from a writeclub prompt

“A postbox is a box that eats socks“

Rochdale pioneers Museum, Rochdale – Image By Inky

There’s a reason why they are red.

Just before night fall – the humans put the washing out

in the hope they’ll be dry in the morning

the crows cry out – but everyone’s asleep

as the poor old washing line find’s itself

accosted by the eater of socks

and right socks and left cry out for each other

as the holder of the mail

helps itself to a night time snack

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Clothes Domestic Poetry

Out of Sight, and Out of Mind

A poem by Brian F Kirkham in response to the Daily Prompt

Pungent

That dirty little secret,

hiding in plain view

has built up over time now

It isn’t something new.

 

No one is going to find it

(Deodorant Masks it you know)

But those tales that you’ve been telling

the secrets going to blow!

 

Its built up over time now

in the corner with some ease

as nobody knows where you hid it

you’ve been doing as you pleased

 

The smell of old socks is still round now

and the t-shirt ? well, it needs a break!

we all know that its your favorite

but its started to smell overbaked!

 

Ignore the classroom gossip

you’ve got to keep them keen

so isn’t it time to put that laundry

into the washing machine?

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Holidays Time

Feeding the sock draw

#Napowrimo #Blogging101

odd sock – the cupboards favorite! (Image by Inky)

New years eve approaches
and Old Father Time
wanders through the home of his house
the dust amassed over each bit of furniture
Memories scattered throughout every room
Magical Moments, Sorrow and Joy
Memories of Colours he’d seen as a boy
and looking in the mirror
he counts each white brow
remembering he looked more younger than now
So dressed in his best, for one more last time
He waits for the last bells of this year to chime
But a question for the wardrobe
as the sand flows away
Where did that other sock of mine go to play?
An Odd one for every one of those years
but will any of them will ever reappear?

A Tale of Time – and Old Socks