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Poetry

Stockroom Memories

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A street in Manneh in Autumn.

red and white nike boxes

litter the shelves around me

original pirate material on repeat

I yet again zip up my ACG

coach jacket ready to ascend the

metal stairs.

It’s dinner time.

Another crisp Manchester afternoon

greets me as I step outside onto

the slanted cobbled street.

People walk about in hooded jackets

seeking refuge from the cold.

“Porky Pigs?”

I got a nod back

looks like roast is back on the menu

walking past shops and down the

sidestreets.

That kitchen utensil shops open

as per usual but once again

no one’s in it

A familiar laugh as we pass

“Assman”, what a name,

what a shop.

Almost there, a familiar line outside

the embassy next door,

impatient looks greet us as we

take a left into Porkies

avoiding politics

and embracing the woft of meat

coming from behind the counter.

Poetry

A week back in Manneh

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Old habbits 
Old friends 
grey clouds
a few drinks
neither here nor there
some new faces
but old feelings
a sense of want
a brave face
arriving at a destination
where the train is stood still
waiting for the opportuninty 
to chug along the tracks
passing red brick buildings 
that have stood complacent 
for many a decade 
this train was full of passengers 
all eager to get back home
after being away
for what seemed to be like a lifetime.
wha would they return to?
a semblance of their old life
or a chance to start anew.
a smile greeted them 
that had never left
an aura that maintained 
during a winter 
embers ready to be welcomed 
by the fresh air that
swayed about the damp
concrete streets of manchester