Salford, 9th November 2021 (response to a write club theme by inky) What’s that noise ? beyond the glass up in the rooftops its the birds that pass surveying the autumn pickings on the frost laden grass What’s that noise? beyond the bricks the pipes are playing at quarter to six rolling water like streams …
Tag Archives: Traffic
Morning Battle
#Morning #Battle #writeclub Head stuck under the pillow Feet reaching for the floor Toes feeling the cold tingle of wood floor and making a retreat for the duvet Rumble of morning traffic passing by the close by road engaged in a battle to reach their destination Formula 1 – but without the engine Perhaps it …
Monday
Salford, April 27 2020 Where did the weekend go ? start of a week in a time of lockdown quarter to seven – even the resident birds are still sleeping a new feathered friend flies past the window he mustn’t have got the memo Right about now Ra is popping his head up over the …
Sounds
#sounds #acrostic Sunday evening, is a whole lot quieter than Sunday morning Outside, the rumble of traffic is down to a minimum Unless it’s a plane or a train you want to catch Navigating those roads should be a breeze Double glazing muffles any noises, and the wildlife are Sleeping in their beds soundly, keeping …
Heading out west
Salford 19th June 2018 #life #travel #sunrise #breakfast #morning I woke up early this morning, the local wildlife were up with the sun. I’m unaware of what they were discussing….probably breakfast, or maybe football ⚽️ . If anybody knows what rooks , blackbirds, song thrushes, and pigeons talk about over breakfast…please let me know I …
Honk
Honk 15/11/2017, Salford Wail like a graceful swan dear driver it doesn’t matter – everyone around you is looking to others – its like the circus is in town the only things missing are your make up and evaporating sense of humour reacting to traffic was never your strong point – and its showing
The road cones lament
#Blogging101 #Napowrimo #Day16 #Almanac poem Hi readers! Today’s Almanac challenge on Naprowrimo.net has given me the perfect opportunity to pull out of my notebook box, a character piece set in Manchester’s Piccadilly Gardens…during the time of recent anti-austerity protests. (A tale not told of any human, but a road-cone!!!) The Road Cone’s Lament It’s really windy …
Through the window
Through the Window Half past ten on a Monday Evening, and I’m looking out of the window of my bedroom-cum-writing studio. It’s quite dark outside, porch-lights flicker across the road. They light up the cul-de-sac quite delightfully, but they cant match the LED Lamp by the electricity substation. The rumble of traffic from the nearby …
The Inkwell 