by John A Silkstone | Jul 7, 2007 | Poetry
On Mondays Attired in Floral pinny, Knotted headscarf, Sleeves rolled to elbows, Grandma prepared for war. Armaments consist of Dolly tub, Posher, Washboard, Scrubbing brush, Long green bar of Fairy soap. War zone, Steaming hot water Fired by coal Ladled from copper...
by John A Silkstone | Jul 7, 2007 | Poetry
There’s a famous place called Blackpool That’s noted for fresh air and fun However I’m waiting on death row For I’m to be shot with a gun. A Lancashire lad called Albert Stuck a walking stick into my ear, I asked him politely to stop it And go for a walk on the pier....
by John A Silkstone | Jul 7, 2007 | Poetry
Down in the hollow that’s known as The Dell The Ash and the Oak are blooming in spring. Forest floor painted with nature’s bluebell While high in the branches birds nest and sing. Out of the nest there peeks a small fledgling Not ready for flight though craving to go,...
by John A Silkstone | Jul 7, 2007 | Poetry
Weigh a few words of two or more Add breaking lines to tease Stir in a message or metaphor Plus a rhythm that rhymes with ease Bake with mental expressions galore Then serve with a blending to please.
