It might look like world war three has arrived in the kitchen
but in reality , a masterpiece has been created
sticky fingers and flour dust on kitchen tops
even more on the cupboard doors and floor
colourful paintwork adorned on the table tops
while the finished article hangs on the refrigerator door
and all created to send out a message
“Happy Mothers Day!”
Friday 15th December 2017
Adventure can be
seen anywhere in the house by little
children, as they
elevate themselves one foot at a time to
nightime stories and
delightful dreams under the watch of their teddy bears
Knights of the realm could be toppled by this – but
Not my mum, or my aunties or Nanna
Its where i learned some very basic steps
To create a scarf for my teddy bear.
To be honest, the twists and turns of loops and purls were
Extremely difficult, but by the end of the month – i’d
Done one that was just the thing for a bear in the cold
proud little toddler, parades his masterpiece
as mum and dad peruse the aftermath
in consideration, there really is more colour on the paper and
not the wall, now scattered in the maestros colours
together they smile…as the soapy water will be out after bedtime
Near to the top of the tree
eggs are sitting in their little bed of twigs
safely in a huddle until
the time arises to hatch – with a little help from mum and dad
This ain’t no restaurant “French toast”
it’s made over burning logs
in the country air
Foundation for the morning
Set against a glorious sunrise
and cups of camp tea
Thick crusty bread
absorbed in a lake of
Bacon awaits its partner
as it cooks away
in its fat
Poor Man’s omelette ?
after a night on the hills
it’s the food of kings.
Knives and forks ?
or eaten as a sandwich
only quandry – sauce Red or Brown ?
Inky, enters the TARDIS again….and lands in Our Lady of Mount Carmel RC High…third year english..and the origins of his poetry
I recall old wooden benches – the ones with (ironically) the old inkwell’s set into the base.
Mountains of Books handed down from pupil to pupil and placed strategically on what i’d now call the Northwest corner of the table
The teacher would begin – and then stopping at a paragraph – he’d pick a pupil at random, going around the classroom
Young minds caught on tenterhooks as the class ventured their way through the story.
On one or two occasions – the book matter changed – the hardback stories stayed where they were – to be returned to on another occasion – and the brightly coloured books were passed from pupil to pupil
The Adventures of Isobel….The Nonsense poems of Ogden Nash….pieces from “Local” poets….Roger McGough, Brian Patten (The regional difference hadn’t hit me in my formative years), not forgetting “The classics”, Kipling, stephenson and all.
And there would even be the time where an adolescent squeaky voice – changing by the day with puberty would have to deliver one or two pieces
“Isobel met an enormous bear….Isobel, Isobel, didn’t care”
(Ogden Nash – The Adventures of Isobel)
I’d write away in my exercise books with glee guided by the work of these poets
it’s something thats stuck with me ever since.