in response to the prompt –
Side, Turkey – 2007
Looking through the old photos again
enjoying a walk in the mangavat valley near to our holiday apartment
as i remember, the sun was a little hot – and this was taken later in the afternoon
remains of a roman wall, set among grains and vines
now i look back – it was a glorious view
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.
a cold morning on a Salford autumn day
the vapour gathering round lampposts
neon attempts in vain to cut through
roads deserted for miles
dipped headlights order of the day
yet no ones on the road
school patrols in day glo uniform stand lonesome
all football ⚽️ matches in the schoolyard called as score draws
as the fog lingers till home time … can’t see the ball.
Our Lady of Mount Carmel RC High School, 1987
Stood inside the “New” Amalgamated school by Buile Hill Park, in Salford.
Two sets of kids awaiting to go off to lessons – but first – the set up of forms
The classes had to be put together – Cathedral with St Lawrence’s.
you couldn’t tell them apart – similarity with the standard kit – Black/Charcoal Grey Trousers, White shirt/blouse (light Blue was allowed), Navy Blue jumper….
and of course…the school tie.
The boys would always do something with their jumper – round the shoulders or tied round the waist
The girls on occasion would do the tomboy thing – wearing the school tie whilst messing with the regulation skirt
In the crowded school hall , friends wave to one another that they recognise – How?
The School Tie was ever so slightly different in the way the light blue stripes landed on the dark blue….and till the new stock came in – that’s the way it would stay.
They wore them like badges of honour.
Salford, 6th July 2017
Out on the great waters of the Irish sea
Seventy two feet of ocean going vessel
designed by a master boatman
Water moving over the hull of the ship
together moving sails to continue the trip
following course – given by the skipper
adventures i’d dreamt of when i were a nipper
Eight novice shipmates with Four Able crew
visiting harbours – some old, and new
steering a course , to places ahead
reaching the dock – before heading for bed
Salford 16th May 2017
Back in Nineteen eighty two – i started taking this long woolly blanket to camp
Like many other scouts i stuck it at the end of my tents sleeping bag, and
As it got cold, i wrapped it round me to keep warm
Now, each camp i went to – i picked up a patch from the campsite – and these were
Kept on the woolly blanket…covering areas from Cumbria to Derbyshire – I
Even had a whole heap of locations such as
Torquay , paignton and brixham and these found a spare spot on my sleeping spot
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
Old box files
a tale of someone’s life
diaries , holding memories from long ago
photos of holidays from far off places
sitting next to journals of journeys gone by
memories frozen in a moment
time captured in an object
the cv…course of life ?…doesn’t come close
as you open the lid, and moments come flooding back
Salford, 7th March 2017
The drawing originated from the last family holiday we had in Oludeniz, in Turkey.
I took my notepad and pencils with me to do some scribbling when i got bored of taking camera shots with my Samsung web camera.
Just by the complex we were staying in were the remains of some roman buildings. The temple part remained intact in the centre of the city, but i was given the opportunity to take a drawing of the ruins nearby…a path between the complex and the beach ran right past the ruin.
so, i found the perfect place to sit…someplace i could see the plants, the sea and the stonework, and started drawing.
and whilst drawing, I drew quite a crowd…even if it was the lizards who lived around the Roman Ruins.
Upon landing back home at Manchester Airport….I picked up my watercolor pad and drew a copy of the scribbled drawing from my notepad
I used vermillion and burnt umber for the far away stones, and yellow ochre for the bricks nearest to me. To create the bushes on the path, i used sep green, and the centre of the painting was filled in with shades of cerelean blue.