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!

Early Morning

Home, Life, Poetry, Transport

Salford 23rd August 2018

Squeaky doors

are better clarion calls

than any alarm clock

on the market

 

Slumbered silence

broken by a cistern

attracts you to the noise

of the nearby main road

 

Luna’s departure

allows Ra to announce

“The morning is here!

it’s time to get up”

 

And motorised monsters

or kings of the road

make their way delivering boxes

either side of the tarmac

 

Solitary Swallow

converses with the neighbours

on a nearby roof –

tweets the news – no laptop required

 

The rumble of early morning traffic

cascading through the windows

is followed by the crack of an egg

falling into sizzling bacon fat

 

Kettle whistles through the concrete

up through the bedroom floor

your first cup of the day is ready

milk and two sugars ?

 

 

Photo Challenge: Narrow

History, Industrial, Photography, Places, Poetry, Tradition, Transport, Water, Waterside

 

Narrowboats, National Waterways Museum, Ellesmere Port

 

 

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Narrowboats on Erie Basin, Manchester Ship Canal

 

 
Narrow

Saturday  July 30th, 2016

A Thought: Narrowboat

They carried the cargo before the rail

up and down the waterways

Colourful characters towing the coal

that burned in the houses, factories and mills

but then with the dawn came the engine of steam

much faster than canal – down rail lines – a dream

so leisure pursuits became boats new norm

where coalmen once slept – a visitors new dorm.

whilst some tell the tales of the canals to date

and visitors on them – they think that its great.
Another Narrowboat poem : https://inkdropblog.wordpress.com/2016/02/26/narrowboat/

Unstoppable

Astronomy, Life, Nature

tardis-hdunstoppable

this first line is now history..

That is a fact.  For until a timelord lands in Salford tomorrow morning and plonks his TARDIS on the front lawn, I will be another day older when the sun rises in the morning.

The planets and moons will still turn around our sun and the flora and fauna that live on the blue earth will still carry on in their various systems of life on this diverse planet.

People will go about their daily lives, and the Wildlife will still live on in the forests and lakes around us.

The tides will go in and out, crabs and other shellfish will pop on the shore to say hello…seagulls woodpigeons and geese will continue their never ending battle with day trippers to grab a fallen piece of a fish and chip supper…whilst cats and dogs look on in envy as they patrol their street in the towns.

And all the time the earth will keep spinning.  As the day moves along clouds and skies will shift.  There may be rain, there may be sunshine – get them together – you might see a rainbow if you a lucky enough.

Then as the sun changes colour slightly and veers down the horizon – heading for the other half of the world, out pops the moon , the planets and the stars

Living by the busiest road in Europe – I still hear the rumble of wheels on Tarmac, but the night skies offer a newer scene with the characters that live up in the northern sky

On a clear night you can see all the constellations with the naked eye in my hometown.  Orion, the plough and all the zodiac animals all pop up to say hello – and whilst i’m watching the stars – someone on the other hemisphere of earth is waking up to a brand new day.

And the earth keeps on turning…

In the city

Cities

City

A tale of the city I live in…enjoy

It started as an outpost

a place so far from Rome

people soon put down roots

and began to call it home

 

Waters ran from rivers to well

and before the flush toilet – O what a smell!

Horse and Cart instead of the car

brought goods round from near and far

 

Inventors improved things – bringing light to the night

burning a gas that burned bright white

Theories exchanged – via great schools of thought

as on the dockside , commodities were bought

 

But as things changed – so did life

Entertainment phased out trouble and strife

Theatres and Football if you were in to sport

as visitors came visiting this brand new port

 

Museum’s taught the tales of the place

and seeing the objects – they thought they were ace

learning about engines, tractors and trains

that went over rails crossing valleys and plains

 

But still city grows as the minute hand moves

as new companies settle and start a new groove

As water still passes down canal it does go

passengers visit on boats as it flows.