Street

Playing in the side street

Life, Sport, Sports

Salford, 25th September 2019

#Salford #Children #Parking #Gardens #Street #Sports

In order to save themselves some pocket money

the sports fans find convenient side streets

parking off the main road on the way to the stadium

One by one, they move on to empty paving

ignoring the call of the parking charge

plastered on the nearby wall

Playing fields and abandoned land

Perfect Places for those with a nose (and Permit)

to Place a spot for incoming visitors

Kids sit forlorn – as their playspace

finds itself taken over for 48 hours

by hawkers with money on their mind

Traffic jams – a certainty

as kids take over the abandoned tarmac

for an impromptu game of rounders

Churlish

Poetry

#fowc #churlish

Salford, 30th August 2019

A response for fandangos prompt, taken from a memory

Now that’s a fine way to act,

as you sit with your arms crossed

on the corner of the cobbled street.

throwing a strop and

calling people names

is really lady like – isn’t it ?

I’ve seen you pull that face

a hundred times before

you can come in now – its time for tea

your face will soon change when pudding is served

Illumination

Poetry, Space

Salford, 8th April 2019

It’s not as if an alien were

looking for a landing spot or

leading lights of theatre were performing outside

under portable stage lighting –

moon looks on in awe – as halogen lighting casts

instant brightness down the street

night time glow falls over housing

as orbs of light create silhouettes and shadow

the sky seems brighter somehow

its like the brightness has hidden all the stars

overhead – outside, some place there’s satellites flying

note though – with all the light – you can’t see them

The Wall

Buildings, Poetry

Chapel Street, Salford 2018

They reclaimed the bricks and numbered each one

as the diggers did their thing

the builders saving a theatre wall

you could almost hear them sing

 

artwork by the cathedral doors

in colours you’d never expected before

bright neon on the way to town

spread across bricks orange/brown

 

numbers alive – a wonderful dream

a sight like Neapolitan ice – cream

and for four days – the bricks were talk of the town

before the builders tore them back down

Snow 🌨

Acrostic, Garden, Home, Seasons, Snowman, Weather, Winter

Salford 28th February 2017

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Winter ❄️ returns to Salford (c) brianfkirkham 28/2/17

So, here it goes

new Year and January have left the party

old father times moving on to spring

winter ❄️ you would think 💭 is getting ready to take a nap 😴

somebody didnt read the script at the pole

northern winds have delivered something, covering

over the terracotta tiles of the towns terraces

white, and fluffy and wild in places

spring seems to still be in hibernation

nice to look at the falling snow … clinging

on to every green branch in sight,

what i want to know, is could we build a snowman ⛄️?

sticking like glue while the mercury stalls,

nice to look at behind heated walls

overcoats needed as the white stuff falls

with only the hardiest making house calls

Marmalade

Animals, Cats, Character, Poetry

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A tale of an Orange Tortoiseshell that lives in the street near my home in Salford – Artistic Licence has been used!

Marmalade, our Marmalade
he is a funny Orange cat
he scampers all around the house
and plays with this and that

He loves his fish on Monday
on Tuesday – he eats cheeses
in Wednesday – It’s Fried Chicken
He’ll eat just as he pleases

On days he goes hunting in Gardens
on evenings he’ll explore
but you know, he wants your company
when he’s pawing at the door.

On Sunny days – he’s indoors
playing with his ball
On Rainy days – he’s outside
giving it his all

He’ll sit on car’s front seat,
when a visit t’the vet is due,
and wont eat that well known cat food,
he’ll dine on Ham Hock stew!

So, Marmalade – Dear Marmalade
Just where’d you want to be
digging on an island,
or swimming in the sea?

You fish in next doors garden
and jump on small feathered birds
You’ve been attacking local dogs in street
(or so thats what i’ve heard!)

You’ll find your tea in dustbins
and catched birds home you’ll bring
but Marmalade – Sweet Marmalade
I wouldn’t change a thing!

The Blacksmith

Heritage, Historical

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.

The terrace at No 3

History, Museum, Poetry

A descriptive piece on a building in Lark Hill Place, at Salford’s Museum and Art Gallery.

Old building by Cobbles

with Oak table and chairs,

Copper Kettle boils on stove

near to the stairs.

Fruit from the grocers,

is cut up and cored

ready for the pie crust

in the oven its stored.

Washboard and Dolly tub

in the back yard they’re hooked

ready for the washing

that’s been overlooked

And when they are rinsed out

and gleaming with pride

they’ll dry on a washing line

on pegs hanging outside

And on the Oak table

the porcelain that’s the best

as the family that lives here

is having a guest.

Lark Hill Place