“A Window Lit”
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
Each piece carefully crafted
laid out and fixed into place
creating a picture for the eye
sometimes you have to take a step back
but as you do the pieces of the jigsaw come in
sharp in focus
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 ?
#Spectacles #Blackpool #Photography #Poetry
Salford, 29th July
Seen through the wide window
Pictures begin to form, captured by the lens
Everyday artworks, appear in a full spectrum of
Colour, bringing life to
The scene in front of you
As you press the button, and release the shutter –
Camera captures your view of things, as you
Looked through the glass in front of you
Exciting events – brought to life in an instant
I sat watching by the window
as two quarrelling brothers
traded blows over a tree outside
both lay claim on this tall green beauty
and each tried their hardest to get it for themselves
but as day turned into night
the tree stayed rooted to its spot
and neither brother got what they wanted
opting to play with some fallen leaves instead
Salford 1st February 2018
Go on, dive in!
there’s plenty more
said the rich man sat at the table
of the restaurant store
but while he and his friends
where dining on goose
with veggies and stuffing and strawberry mousse
the waiters tears softly dropped to the floor
for whilst those at the table ate more and more
looking through window – were the eyes of the poor
Faro, the algarve, Portugal
What I woke up to this morning.
call it the last breath of summer
pine trees swaying in the warm air.
christmas come early ? Perhaps
Salford 18th September
Poem borrowed from my page at Allpoetry.com
A tale a bit crafty, a bit religious, but all by me
Artwork created at Craft Sessions at Brain & Spinal Injury Charity in Salford.
As the Sun comes up,
its light shines through
the panels of coloured glass
angling the now coloured light
painting a picture,
of scenes on a floor
And as the sun shines,
through that brightly coloured window
reds cast with yellows
and greens cast with blues
as molten lead holds on tightly,
keeping the picture alive
Duck window
Written in response to the daily post prompt
<a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/window/”>Window</a>
The window –
I see it as a never ending picture frame
looking out onto the world
The picture doesn’t change much
Animated characters
pass through the pictures
in the skies
and on the ground
clear blue skies
occasionally peppered by
white fluffy marshmallows
(you would know them as clouds)
A perfect picture
better than all television
Drama (Life), played out
beyond the glass
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.
