Trains and Boats and Planes. Prompt. Bold Street Writers.

Today at the Bold Street writers the prompt was 

Trains and Boats and Planes

They come from China

Where storage sheds fill acres of land

And high rise homes house workers

Who sleep the sleep of the exhausted

Before rising early to catch the next

Shift. They come from South America

Colourful and handmade. Combed alpaca

Mexican laced and Frida Kahloed

On cushions and fridge magnets

For teenage girls to plump up

Their bedrooms as they string

The Chinese LED lanterns around

The windows. They come from

India smelling of spices. Turmeric

Myrrh, frankincense and the East

Silks and satins and toiled over

Hand woven rugs to warm the

Feet of the teenagers’ mothers

Slumped in the rattan armchair

Exclusive to Habitat or Ikea or

Harrods. They come, they come.

And the warehouses fill with boxes

And crates and wooden carts and the

Strong arms of the Polish, Czech, Hungarian

Workers, lift and lay , lift and lay.

And the distribution points keep busy

Every moment of every day to satisfy

The people. And the roads fill up

With Stobart trucks and their wives

Names gaily painted on the bonnets

Keeping bonnets on the wives.

And in a room high in a glass castle

Grey costumed people with

Grey faces and grey hair, rub their

Hands and smile with satisfaction

At yet another Black Friday

G.Snape 28^th Nov. 2019

Chaos and Complexity.

......just fabrics!....

....just some  fabrics and rugs that I've picked up from here and there ...
...they  came together to create style for the Indian Tent at the garden do....

I

I have a  bag full of amazing fabrics given to me by an Indian friend....

and the grandchildren use them to dress up in and put on plays in the garden in front of the summer house!

Loving the Bombay Sapphire bottle...
makes all the difference!

The Summerhouse.

My christmas gift from the potter,

 was having the summerhouse restored .

It achieved much more than it's previous glory.

Doors painted sky blue.

Windows freshly glossed white.

The roof clad with timber and emulsioned creamily white.

The walls clad and paintwashed with a soft summer blue like a washed out sky.

Things restored to the walls.

Abandonned items from the home, needing refuge.

A place for bits.

Important things like sun umbrellas and ladders

Beloved holiday truck.

Indian lampshades and Spanish posters of bull fighters,

who I could never bear to watch fight, but love the art they produce!

Bedraggled handy bags...lovely Madeiran embroidery.

And always the sun shines on us.

And empty bottles display their emptiness!

While under them hang papery rings of dried foliage from ancient celebrations.

With an even older stringy thing from the lakes holidays when "they" were very young indeed.

(they being the young ones from the potters house)

New covers on old chairs,

and old quilts underneath.

Chinese hats in case the global warming gets to us.

And ancient ice cream adverts to remind us of summer,

 should we ever stray there in the winter.

Bar stools clad with flamingos.

And bedroom chairs with patchwork mended over and over.

Charity shop crotchet flung over the backs of them

 with may I say, gay abandon!.

Children's paintings presented with much love and bedecked with indian fabric bunting.

Sydney's W.W.II  Royal Navy "bins".

Handy for bird watching on lazy summer evenings.

Romanian wine bottles of ferocious strength...giggle.

And a Holman Hunt lamp to light the way in the darkness.

Bunches of dried flowers...

........left behind from the first little business,

 that the "Amelies House" girl started so long ago.

And always, as my mother said, some red to cheer the soul along the way.

Nothing wasted....

And a view to dream over,

 with the cherry tree bursting into blossom.

Put your feet up on the footstool , potter,

take your ease and survey a job.....

 ...well done.