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!

Monumental Critic

Birds, Cityscapes, Monuments, Statues

Manchester 25th September 2015

Inky’s thoughts on what the winged residents of Manchester think of the statues great and good…..

 

Victoria sits, on her throne – aghast

as the winged horde give their all

on statues laid, that her people paid

of her best men standing tall.

And as Peel and Cobden stand there,

opposite the great civic hall,

winged terrors at best – are making a mess

disgusting the nobles one and all.

So, the fathers – from the hall’s called in an “Expert”

and winged reinforcements he’s brought.

But in rain – the birds laugh (as they have a good bath)

as they know they can’t all be caught.

And with workmen working twenty-four-seven,

and the birds of prey flying day and night

they’ll be working there – in the middle of the square

trying to keep surfaces bright.

But a last word – a thought – for the birdlife

of these statues – they’re really not keen.

as what is now public space – was to them quite ace

when their square was once lush long and green.