Cold in Manchester

Awoke to a cold morning
But the rain had gone away
So putting on a braver face
I set out to greet the day
Unfamiilar are these streets
but my path is fairly clear
and the place that I am going to
is reasonably near

A fall from grace II

Sadly now the Bridgewater Canal
a shadow of its glory days
is almost forgotten and hidden from view
in Manchester’s streets and broadways
Now twenty-first century pubs and bars
vie for trade where once it was steel
Nightlife and partying along its towpath
hide a wound that time cannot heal

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Manchester, some gulls and the Irwell

In a line on a railing
in Manchester’s chill
a long row of gulls
sat perfectly still
It was almost as if
they were posing for me
as they rested a while
inland from the sea
So I took a few pictures
as they didn’t mind
with Blackfriars Bridge
on the Irwell behind

Two plump gulls

 

Two gulls flew into Manchester
on a rainy winter’s day
Forty miles from coastal waters
for what reason? Who can say?
Perhaps the Irish Sea was too
cold and rough out there
So they fancied flying inland
to a calmer place somewhere

Reflections (old and new)

In the waters of the Irwell
I see old but also new
A Manchester reflection
affords attractive view

Bordering the ancient banks
from an industrial past
Residential money means
the buildings here will last

Fraser’s House

 

Morning coffee ‘neath Art Deco
the world goes by outside
and I wonder what the towering glass
in Deansgate has to hide