An ode to a Heron

Salford 21st September

One of Inky’s better known works, about a feathered resident of Salford Quays Waterside and Manchester ship canal.  Anyone is free to read this – but if you wish to re-use please contact me – thanks!

The Heron stands perched,

In the middle of the bay

Dreaming of fish, a stones drop away.

He stares at a red bridge, and buildings of glass

Thinking of morsels, he will amass.

Balanced precariously, on a bright orange ball,

He dreams of fish, and tries not to fall.

Flapping his feathers, and drying off rain.

He ponders of Fish, again and again.

Geese making noises, as they fly all around

The Heron does nothing but stand his ground.

Flapping his wings on the orange coloured buoy,

A sea trout or carp is his favourite joy.

Lights gather round the watery hole,

A moonlit supper our flying hero’s goal.

No salt or pepper, or toad in the hole

He dives for his fish and swallows it whole!




Living in holes

in the side of a

very high mountain

in warmth and out of the cold

northern wind – was only

going to be the start


Logs pulled to ground in an

Instant – and bound together with rope made from

Vines provided shelter and

Instant relief from the wall of rain


Green from the leaves






Rough, Sandy – Definitely Wooden

Fixed to a brick wall by solid metallic pins

and cold steel fixings


Cold, Hard, Shiny, Metallic

Stringy, Rough, Fibrous


Hard to the touch , best eaten when ripe

Woody stalks

Soft Mush when put under heat






Salford 22nd July 2017


Guarding the green grass of the garden

A way in (or way out) for visitors – path leading

Towards the front door

Expect a little squeak from time to time – hinges need greasing


what’s on the wall ?

Wall to Wall

Salford, 10th July 2017

theres one side of my bedroom that has become my own private gallery.

mickey mouse meets mountainous hills

one wall, contains a print of a local salford artist, joe Coffey…the connection tween the artist and myself ? We went to school together.  I went to one of his shows at the community art gallery in Langworthy…a short distance from where I live .  We had a brief reunion  whilst I saw his works and I picked up a signed print to help an old mate out.

the pic … tranquility…. is of the irwell and one of the green areas (possibly peel park) that it runs alongside

i picked up the next pic as I picked up some bedroom shelves in Warrington.  It’s a print of a Walt Disney cartoon…black and white…vanilla washed….mickey mouse and his dog Pluto, it raises a smile when friends come round.

The third pic…isn’t really a pic…it’s a mirror…but it’s embossed with a favourite character of mine…that bouncy friend of Winnie the Pooh…Tigger….I look at him as my reflection comes back….art with a dual purpose.

a picture of a mountain side by the artist c.todd overlooks the place I’m currently writing at.  And this is a real painting.  I picked it up from a craft fair in one of the local towns, and is of a mountainside, could be the Lake District, could be the peaks…could even be Japan..i like the colours that run through it





a piece of poetry written by inky back in October 2011.

its had a bit of a brush up….inky.

empty windows, front and back

This old terraced house has seen an attack

lined up un boarded on a desolate street

overgrown garden weeds under feet

But park yourself a that old iron chair

take a few seconds to take in the air

theres life in those bricks, and down the whole street

with some plan and attention it’ll all be a treat

fix up the windows, paint the walls, add some seats

clean up the wood floors adding rugs to be neat

throw in a cooker, a table a bed

not forgetting kitchen where your family is fed

add in a telly, some stuff that is yours

with a lovely bathroom wi waterproof floors

plant your own flowers in garden and see

the return of the wildlife in form of the bees 🐝

this unloved old place, can soon be called home

as many a family, spreads out and does roam

it’s the people in the building that make it their own

which confirms that saying ….a house ain’t a home!