Early Morning

Home, Life, Poetry, Transport

Salford 23rd August 2018

Squeaky doors

are better clarion calls

than any alarm clock

on the market

 

Slumbered silence

broken by a cistern

attracts you to the noise

of the nearby main road

 

Luna’s departure

allows Ra to announce

“The morning is here!

it’s time to get up”

 

And motorised monsters

or kings of the road

make their way delivering boxes

either side of the tarmac

 

Solitary Swallow

converses with the neighbours

on a nearby roof –

tweets the news – no laptop required

 

The rumble of early morning traffic

cascading through the windows

is followed by the crack of an egg

falling into sizzling bacon fat

 

Kettle whistles through the concrete

up through the bedroom floor

your first cup of the day is ready

milk and two sugars ?

 

 

Fret

Acrostic, Learning, Music, Poetry

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Salford, 17th April 2018

 

There’s plenty of space to rest your fingers

On the neck of your average guitar

Notes are sounded by the position on the strings

Excellent sounds can be achieved if you put them in the right place

 

(! and if you get it wrong the first time – you can always try again – Don’t Fret !)

Echo

Acrostic, Cities, Cityscapes, Life, Poetry, Science, Weather

Echo

Escaping a Salford Subway

Carrying call of the person rebounds

Hopping around the chamber – to and fro

On its way to the other exit

Ears pick up what seems like a choir

Cacophony travelling down towards the ear

Happily, sending the message

Or fading away into the distance

Each word bounces around as the

Call travels down the tunnel

Hastily , it makes its way to be heard

Or disappear, into the fog

Dark and Light

Cities, Cityscapes

Darkness

Satellite in the earths sky
lights up the darkness
as one half swaps the sun with the other
casting its shimmering net over the water
And out of the darkness
from behind the trees and bins
furry shadows are sharpened
by the dusting of light from the moon
Pawprints disperse in the dockside puddles
as suppertime treats await
from the fisherman’s throwaways

 

And Moonlight skips over dock and quay
passing over gardens and trees
creating a eerie midnight scene
where once the great ships had been

As moonlight skips over marshmallow clouds
light flickers through the velvet of night
silence only broken

by the nightshift coming home

And as felines feast
Luna keeps watch
till the sound of the cockerel
and return of the sun

Sounds of home

Childhood, Family, Life, Memories, Schooldays

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Woken by the familiar sounds of childhood

the morning freight rolling down the Trafford Road

Clock radios alert you to the time as

Water runs in the bathroom

to the fizz of bath cubes creating bubbles

 

Thump of the morning news

follows letters on the floor

as the chirp of bluebirds

cuts through a chorus of cats

 

Local radio follows the sound

of Sausages sizzling in a pan

and the snap crackle pop of morning cereal

Crunch of feet following autumn leaves or virgin snow

on their way to school lessons.