27th February 2019
As the sun dipped below the horizon
and changed shift with his pal the moon
something constant kept on moving
second hand moving the minutes
whilst the hour hand waited to move forward
and a marker sat like a sentry
ready to fire a fifteen gun salute
cats birds and dogs, creep outside slowly
wailing beyond the double glazed glass
and the cogs keep the hands moving
till the minute hand meets the marker
and hammer meets bell – time to get up.
#Photography #Movement
The Analogue clock
It’s so simple in it’s operation
Moving seconds to minutes, and Minutes to hours
Each second passing into the annals of history
#newyearseve #newyearsday
Salford, 31st December 2018
The final night of 2018
Draws in a brand new year
Called out from the east
And working it’s way round the globe
The fireworks and chimes
Bring in a new dawn
Fresh thinking , fresh plans
Across the lands, grow as the sun says hi
As the new wind blows, to the new year say hello
As we wave the old one goodbye
Salford, 30th December 2018
The seconds tick on by
With each single grain of sand
Falling softly into the hourglass
Each second passing
Moments in history
As the grains keep falling
And Father Time watches
As his birthday approaches
And it’s time to shave the beard off
Thieves of time,
Subtle in their art
As a penny passed tween one weight and another
Carefully counterbalanced
So the cogs of the clock turned round
Just so
Cogs kept moving
The giant hour hand
As minutes passed on by
Whilst the second hand, cried
People stared at their time pieces
Trying to get it back
But the clocks in the town hall square
All wailed out of time
Listen up people…in orchestral chimes
The auditors have been in….and committed a crime…
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
Salford 12th June 2018
Cognitive act
of great effort
noting and transferring the idea and vision
carefully to canvas using colourful media
equal care given to the objects around the main subject
not forgetting the sun or the sky
taking attention to each shade of blue transferred
reality is – there’s plenty of them
as they’re placed around the brilliant red shape of the sail
the picture begins to form on the canvas
in the end – its a picture the painter can be proud of
of course, it’s taken considerable time and attention to detail
not forgetting an awful lot of patience.
Time stands still for a while
a second before
i think i caught the eye
of the girl in the polka dot dress
so while everythings frozen in time
i casually make my way over the platform
and pop a message in her bag
will it work?
Time will only tell
Old Trafford, Manchester , 20th May 2018
Stood on the corner
at a moments attention
looking on as the club i volunteer with
engaged in a mighty test of endurance in the northwest sun
Heat making everyone sweat
as feet hit the tarmac of Manchesters roads
rooting them on, the hardy bunch of volunteers
ready to applaud and guide them toward their rewards
it might not be cash – but that medals more than gold
even taking in its colour – as every year the
roads of Manchester take a pounding
