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
Salford 28th February 2017
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
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!
A tale inspired by a visit to “Lark Hill Place” in Salford’s Museum and Art Gallery
But 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.
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.
