Poppies

Army, Art, Poetry, Remembrance
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Wave – On display outside Imperial War Museum North (p) Brian F Kirkham Sept 2018

Red poppies are flowing down the top of the earth shard of IWM North

Each poppy was created to remember those who fell in the war to end all wars

Memorial to the host of soldiers who went to the front

Expecting to be home by Christmas

Men not only from the home nations,

But the commonwealth and allies from Europe too

Regiments who met and fought on a field in flanders

As part of the first world war centenary, this artwork is a

Noted reminder, of those who went away to fight and

Came to rest in a foreign field

Each one remembered in the symbol of the poppy

Creating a buzz

Art, Photography, Poetry

4th September 2018

#Beeinthecity #Manchester #Buzz

A poem in honour of those colourful bees currently nesting in my city

The hive will be in Gtr Manchester till 23rd September – it’s well worth a visit.

(for those who haven’t read my #beeinthecity posts – they’re artworks!)

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Banks-B , #Beeinthecity on Manchester’s Market Street

The hive arrived
Home for some bees
With artistic flair

Swarming around
City streets, with a
Hint of colour

Covering the sights
Of the county
North to south

Bringing smiles
From Salford’s quayside
To Manchester’s airport

Warehouse

Places, Poetry

Salford (Via Trafford Park), 3rd September 2018

 

This is the place

where mighty ships cargo

lay resting after its journey

after a long ride on the waves

 

Men toiled in the heat

as silent shipping crates

moved to the sound of the warehouse mice

avoiding the company cat

 

Inwards and Out

the orders of the day

some on road – some on rail

having come in from sail

 

To be changed in an instant

to wear or to eat

grain for the flour mill

or silk for the mayors seat

 

Changes in time led to changes afoot

as sons and daughters move on in their new fancy boots

dancing away to a shanty or two

like their elders before them – they think that its new!

Show n Tell

Museum, Museums, Volunteering, War

Educate

Salford, 4th September

Iwm Waterside

I’m sat down having Just got home from the Imperial war museum, in Manchester, where i’ve been helping out in the galleries, helping people around.

In this role , i’m occasionally stood by the information station, where various objects to do with the first and second world war are on display

This station is mobile and can move around with its four wheels, around the vast area known as the main exhibition space.

The objects on the information station vary, from gas masks to various headgear, and relate to the large objects around the space.  There are uniforms from modern day conflict as well as those from world war I and II.  As Volunteers, we use the items to introduce visitors to the space as well as putting them at ease with the space they are in – It’s a bit dark in there sometimes.

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Bridge

Buildings, Cities, Cityscapes, Photography, Places, Water, Waterside

Salford, 5th July 2017

in response to the photo challenge Bridge

 

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It can be happily said that where i live, in Salford, you’re no more than five minutes away from a bridge of some sort.

The mass of water you see above is the Manchester Ship Canal , which flows towards the river mersey, and flows through the county of Greater Manchester

as a result – there’s a number of bridges that cross this expanse.

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The one i cross most days is the Trafford Road Bridge, which i cross when going to sporting events on the other side of the county.Trafford_Rd_Swing_Bridge

Occasionally, i’ll cross this bridge – the old dockside swing bridge – affectionately called “Detroit” as each of the docks is named after an american lake.  Detroit passes over “Erie” Basin, a place once for ships – but now more akin to Open water swimming

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Erie has an adjoining canal, called Mariners – and this too has a set of bridges to enable those living on the dockside to get about. This pic was taken at the point where the mouth of Erie flows into Mariners – which joins up with another set of Basins at the other side.

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The newest of all the bridges on the quayside (and the last in the sequence on my journey to Imperial War Museum North) is the Millennium Bridge – built for the year 2000 and providing access across the waterway between the Lowry arts centre in Salford, and Imperial War Museum North – in Neighbouring Trafford

(Sports fans might have also noted – its used for quick access to Manchester United Football Club’s stadium – Old Trafford)

Imperial War Museum (North)

Museum, Poetry

 

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Imperial War Museum North, painted by the author. (c) Brian F Kirkham

 

A poem on the branch of Imperial War Museum in Trafford, Greater Manchester.

 

Another Earth has Landed on the banks of the canal,
Broken in three by the hammer called War.

You climb the Stair
to reach the pole.
As darkness falls,
on earths remains.

Following a line, commemorating time
that has a start – but has no end
Sounds and smells from the past –
They Greet You.
Shaking you by the hand like an old friend.

The plane at the start, the tales it would tell
of its old friend Lusitania – they’ve salvaged its bell.
It’s Just past the smell of sweet poison gas,
you carry on walking and pass the old ass.
feeling your way through the trenches of deep
hoping you don’t wake all the rats that are asleep

The T-34 stands just round a bend,
a stones throw away,
from its nuclear friend,
telling the tales of it winning great battles.
The Cossacks roar out as the tanks tracks it rattles

And the Trabant car from Germany
stands out and tall
as you read of what happened
on both sides of th’ wall

Uniforms stand
in the windows to attention,
as you read of who wore them
– it is worth a mention.

And you read of the colours,
the flags of the men
who are remembered here proudly,
never seen of again.

And You wear the tin helmet
worn by the men
fighting fires wi’ red engines
in fives and in tens.

You land in their place
and think what would you do ?
As you read of the stories
from wars one and of two

 

Other poems on IWM North

Little Ol’ Red – https://inkdropblog.wordpress.com/2016/05/16/little-ol-red-2/

A Humble Design – https://inkdropblog.wordpress.com/2016/04/28/a-humble-design/

Harrier – https://inkdropblog.wordpress.com/2015/10/15/harrier/

Tale of a Balloon https://inkdropblog.wordpress.com/2016/01/10/tale-of-a-balloon/

Dazzle – https://inkdropblog.wordpress.com/2015/11/28/dazzle-2

Russian Tank – https://inkdropblog.wordpress.com/2015/10/15/the-russian-tank/

Little white car – https://inkdropblog.wordpress.com/2015/10/15/the-little-white-car/

On the exhibit floor

BASIC, Historical, History, Museum, Museums, Photography, War

Salford, 4th May

This afternoon I’ve been helping out at the Imperial War museum North, after discussing the next project with BASICs photography group.

The plan is to produce another exhibition in the centre from our work over their year.

I covered the main gallery today with two fellow volunteers.  The information station was set out with three helmets , a Tommy helmet used at the start of the first world war and during the home front in world war two, a modified helmet from the end years of the first world war and a modern day Kevlar helmet used by the mines advisory group charity.

We had a lot of overseas visitors today, and they enjoyed handling the various objects on display.  They asked lots of questions about what was on display in the exhibition space.

Another earth (Alt title: IWM North)

History, Museums


Another Earth has Landed on the banks of the canal,
Broken in three by the hammer called War.

You climb the Stair
to reach the pole.
As darkness falls,
on earths remains.

Following a line, commemorating time
that has a start – but has no end
Sounds and smells from the past –
They Greet You.
Shaking you by the hand like an old friend.

The plane at the start, the tales it would tell
of its old friend Lusitania – they’ve salvaged its bell.
It’s Just past the smell of sweet poison gas,
you carry on walking and pass the old ass.
feeling your way through the trenches of deep
hoping you don’t wake all the rats that are asleep

The T-34 stands just round a bend,
a stones throw away,
from its nuclear friend,
telling the tales of it winning great battles.
The Cossacks roar out as the tanks tracks it rattles

And the Trabant car from Germany
stands out and tall
as you read of what happened
on both sides of th’ wall

Uniforms stand
in the windows to attention,
as you read of who wore them
– it is worth a mention.

And you read of the colours,
the flags of the men
who are remembered here proudly,
never seen of again.

And You wear the old hat
worn by the men
fighting fires wi red engines
in fives and in tens.

You land in their place
andthink what wouldyou do,
as you read of the stories
from wars one and of two

The Little White Car

Museum, Photography, Places, Poetry, Transport, War
The East German alternative to the VW

The East German alternative to the VW

The little white car,
sits in th’ museum with pride
sitting on a plinth, sat up tall
The car built on the other side of the wall

The Red brigade closed VW down
In East Germany, the owners just sat and frowned,
As the little white car rolled in to town

You had to be creative with a shortage of steel,
but East German workers, would go without meals
as they waited in line, for a vehicle to drive
The Trebant was something, for people to strive.

And as for this car – design you couldn’t knock
the car that was made for the Soviet Bloc.
From Poland to Slovakia they all gave their aid,
in order for the little white car to make th’grade.

As a bit of a Kit – Car, it had fits and starts…
but a positive came from its changeable parts
An engine from Lada, Exhaust – FSO
Just add in some sparkplugs – away you would go

And those with VWs on the west side of th’wall,
would laugh at the little white car most of all.
As a symbol of communism – there in the east,
the little white car – was a toothless beast.

But each owner of one, would sing and rejoice
even if car, was not one of their choice.
as car raised their status – each one raised a voice,
Their little “Trebant” – was their own “Rolls-Royce”