Billy the Conqueror

Conquer

 

Could it be fate, that

at 11.06 a new king of the schoolyard was crowned ?

In a Hastings school conquest with the town folk watching

Harry saw his hopes and dreams shatter

into a hundred different pieces

over the tarmac floor

But unlike his namesake – he didn’t get any in his eye

Putting the bootlace back in his pocket

he sought reflection, under a nearby Horse chestnut tree

Maidens hearts fluttered as the crowd jumped and cheered

whilst lads in the playground greatly revered

the conker as hard as a diamond….

and its owner – William – the Conkeror!

A small note from inky…readers might be curious on the time in the piece….1066 transposed on a digital clock…and there’s 60 mins in an hourūüėČ

Realms of Dreamspace

Expectation

Its a little thing…

Expectation

 

it starts with the little things

growing up as a kid,

you really want to ride the big dipper,

but end up on the small caterpillar ride instead

 

And you want the best of the ice-creams

you saved some space after lunch

but the outcome’s much smaller than the picture

those biscuits look¬†like they’re munched

 

But the fellow behind this is not fickle

and he’s not as mean as he seems

though harsh it may seem at the start

he wants to fulfil your dreams

 

So that space in that tum is not full yet

there’s a place that is not out of reach

selling bonbons and fudge and candyfloss

that you enjoy walking down street towards the beach

 

Not hot…but not cold

Salford, 12th February 2017

Lukewarm

I have a vague recollection of Local Authority school puddings.

I speak of course of school dinners.

The sweet smell coming from the ovens whilst great vats of sweet smelling sauce bubbled away on a stove away from the main course.

The very idea of cabbage (or worse, curry) permeating through the desert ovens was a nightmare reserved specifically for Mathematics classes.   Horrors unleashed over a protractor or set square.  Thankfully, the cooks saved us from that.

Of course, there were likes and dislikes.

Pears in Syrup with cream (or if you were lucky – Chocolate custard),¬†Peaches in Cream (or Custard) and Fruit Cocktail were regulars on the pudding menu –¬†Fruit Yogurt on Odd days, and if¬†it were something special – Angel Delight.¬† Of course, the good stuff was always balanced out with the bad – Prunes made an appearance on more than one occasion – and¬†it¬†took a load of¬†Condensed Milk or Custard to take the taste away.

The Chocolate sponge and Apple pie always ended up with empty plates РThey always covered the pie with vanilla custard, so thick Рit would coat the back of the spoon and refused to budge.  Mash up the sponge in the custard, and it made an interesting (but very tasty ) Mix, and very little ended up in the slop heading for the litter bins.  Jam covered sponge (mostly strawberry) and Fruit sponge (mostly sultanas) were also favourites

Tapioca Рa lesson in life if ever there was one and Rice pudding were regular puddings, if you got the rice pudding Рyou always got a drop of strawberry (or damson) jam

it changed your rice a different colour when you swirled it round.

And despite you all meeting up in the hall, and getting your dinner together – there would always be more than one goldilocks moaning her sponge and custard were cold.

As I got older – I understood where they were coming from.

Fizz bomb

#coloryourworld #atomictangerine

the atomic tangerine ūüćä

dropped into the pool of

clear hot water ūüí¶

 

Reactions to the spheres arrival

as it nose dived into the blue

were instantaneous….

Little children ūüĎ∂ smiled away

 

not it in the way

it fizzed away

Like orangeade exploding

into the blue

 

but  mostly how its scent

originally meant

for the upstairs bathroom

could be found In the kitchen too