‘stalgia

New Moon Triggers

The Moon in passing spoke to me

Of coloured chalk & destiny

A hopscotch grid and scabby knees

Of riding bikes & climbing trees.

It asked me to remember when

With pocket money fresh in hand

I’d run towards the corner shop

For sherbert bon bons,lemon drops.

It spoke of endless summer days

Of YoYo strings, the bus to Rhyl

Of daisy chains & lazy mornings

With hours ahead of time to kill.

It spoke of books & fishing hooks

Of football games on garage doors

Reminding me of Dunlop pumps

Of wrangler jeans & scary jumps.

Of ‘kick the can’ and ‘Allee-oh’

And all the things i used to know

Of games and games of Top Trump cards

Of Krypton Factor seeming hard.

Of Tom & Barabara going green

The Hulk of course and Beans on Toast

Nostalgia flooding neural nodes

Of all the things i loved the most.

The time i got a Snorkel coat

The Lake at Butlins on a boat

The Crosville Bus to Moreton Shore

The IRA, the Falklands War.

The fences that we had to climb

To get our ball back, half the time

The sign that said ‘No Ball Games Here’

The stolen sip of Shandy Beer.

The smell of Vosene in my hair

And cars that needed Choke to start

Of Findus Pancakes for our Tea

Of Benny Hill & Tony Hart.

I thanked the Moon for triggers felt

A time of childhoods simple bliss

Is stored within my memories

I thank the moon for all of this.