Challenge 30 – No8

Photography, Places

“A Window Lit”

From The site of the old jobcentre – New Salford Quays “Apartments”

Salford , 27th January 2019

I once lived by the job centre

not a place to gladden the heart

it matched the grey clouds above

but as people moved in

the ministry men moved – Manchester bound

and construction men moved on to the ground

there’s people at work – now living you see

at the old home of the Ministry

and when the sun sinks past horizon at night

their windows are lit up – all shiny and bright

Moon Man

Poetry, Space

Salford 12th September 2018

#promptuarium #Visitor


When the men from the rocket

landed on the moon

they weren’t expecting

a reception committee

The locals hadn’t seen Astronauts

and invited them to tea

they looked a little different

but acted like you and me

And they helped the men collect

rocks and soil from the ground

as the bosses from earth

wanted to know – if there was life around

And after the ‘nauts had left for home

the moon people to earth would go

to learn about their next door neighbours

in their fancy UFO

Clarence, the Cat

Animals, Character, Domestic, Poetry

Clarence, the old ginger tom,

is quite a funny cat.

Sleeping under stars at night

and diving into this and that.

You’ll hear him scowling at the cars

or staring up at the moon and stars

and though he likes to snooze at night

that doesn’t stop him having fights

When on his way – he’ll walk for miles

but locals always look and smile

he stops at kerbside – taking care

as cars on the road from everywhere

He knows all of the local shops

and to their owners off he pops

He likes his fish, and loves his meat

and fish guts are a special treat.

If desperate – he’ll go and catch a mouse

and leave it somewhere in the house

But you’ll only know – and only hail

if you find that mouse’s tail

When he’s pampered and well fed,

he’ll move his striped paws off to bed.

Dreaming of fish and birds and that –

Clarence, our dear old pussy cat.