Relief!

Relieved

The message responded to,

the seed of panic begins to grow

old faces from the past

you haven’t seen for years

 

Contact – thin on the ground

Telephone – no obvious sound

haven’t seen many of them around

feeling like a lost and found

 

As day grows near – you wander more

what you want to be there for ?

ghosts of past – appear no end

enough to drive you round the bend

 

You go to the place – and to your surprise

a friendly face – you’re recognised

nerves begin to ease a while

as old chums welcome you with a smile

 

Early morning conversation

Salford, 27th May 2017

A tale of early morning – beyond the window

As luna heads off to bed

and the stars drift off to sleep

the feathers start a moving

on the slates and tiles.

Discussions on the latest morsel

available today down by the quay

whilst little sparrows duck and dive on

new shoots of grass on the lawn, they see

Awaiting arrival of milk on the mat

getting to the silvertops before the cat

and heading in the air for a stretch of the wings

collective chorus engaged in a sing.

Roots

A response to the prompt Roots

by Brian F Kirkham for the Inkwell

Salford 8th May 2017

Like any other little seed,

you need time to grow

grasp the air

spread some branches

And when the time is right

charged with energy and excitement

you’ll take your own flight

before landing on the soil of your choice

But remember your past

for the time will have passed

and contemplate the time

passed through movement and rhyme

for its time to develop

and grow new shoots

but dont forget family

the place of your roots