uniform

Hidden things

Memories, Poetry

#Promptuarium

13th September 2018

 

Hidey Holes in the place where I rest my head

hold memories, to recall and to cherish

programmes of events and photographs

uniform pins of times gone by

 

Old cameras look on in awe as

24 stills turn to 48 turn to over a 100

as film turns to cartridge and to chip

how many memories are on the corner of my desk ?

 

Archives of old journals and diaries

now playing hide and seek

in the corner of a wardrobe space

On occasion, shown the light to read

 

And what of the tapes and videos

now boxed away ?

The machines can no longer play

Tape recorder occasionally used,  video cassette – gathering dust

Rebel

Growing up, Poetry, Schooldays

Salford 10th May 2018

Ariel-Rebel-Wallpapers

Rebel

You were always the one in school

that caused a scene

causing young heads to turn

at your juvenile antics

Wearing the Uniform

the way you wanted

raising an eye

of the deputy head

They called you “Cool”

and your pals all circled

as school rules fell

and school skirts rose

The defiant red haired streak

got you noticed

by the more butch kids

in the school playground

But at the end of the day

the lad that you wanted

never looked back

leaving you – disappointed

The Old School tie….

Childhood, Clothes, Growing up, Memories, Schooldays

Uniform

schooltie

Our Lady of Mount Carmel RC High School, 1987

Stood inside the “New” Amalgamated school by Buile Hill Park, in Salford.

Two sets of kids awaiting to go off to lessons – but first – the set up of forms

The classes had to be put together – Cathedral with St Lawrence’s.

you couldn’t tell them apart – similarity with the standard kit – Black/Charcoal Grey Trousers, White shirt/blouse (light Blue was allowed), Navy Blue jumper….

and of course…the school tie.

The boys would always do something with their jumper – round the shoulders or tied round the waist

The girls on occasion would do the tomboy thing – wearing the school tie whilst messing with the regulation skirt

In the crowded school hall , friends wave to one another that they recognise – How?

The School Tie was ever so slightly different in the way the light blue stripes landed on the dark blue….and till the new stock came in – that’s the way it would stay.

They wore them like badges of honour.

Another boot in a window

Army, Exhibit, Museum, Poetry, War, World War I, writing

A tale of an Old Army Boot – On display in the timeline at Imperial War Museum North in Trafford, Manchester.

 

Another boot in a window ?

The cobbler must be proud!

As it’s placed in a window wi uniforms

Oh, how it sings out loud.

 

But, dear boot is looking quite shabby,

No polish on him for a while

Old mud encrusted in his leather

Is that the latest style?

 

Foreign Mud – well , its hard to get rid of

and old boot here has plenty to see

but its wailing a tone – as it sits, all alone

under someone’s old uniform it be

 

His sole it could do with some tacking

and a new lace will do there – I’m sure

as you read of his story in th’ window

one you’ve not heard of before

 

He’s telling the tale of his brother –

The one , who didn’t return

So he’ll sit there in Solemn Remembrence

In the hope, you and I, we will learn.