Michael James Treacy

Michael James Treacy is known inside the Colony as mickleinapickle. If you’re not yet a member, it’s free to join as a Basic Member.

A retired septuagenarian, Michael James Treacy lives in idyllic bliss with Mrs Treaclechops, and spends much of his time in various literary, artistic and horticultural endeavours. He has three children, six grandchildren and a wonky leg.
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A working life spanning 50 years included such disciplines as soldier, sales engineer, design engineer, estimator, buyer, quality manager and project manager. He was glad of a good sit-down at the end of it all.
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He’s had a number of poems and short stories published in various magazines and anthologies over the last decade. Many of these were to raise funds for charities.

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Marching

Marching To War

I once loved a lassie, a bonnie wee lassie, and now I’m marching off to war . VICTORY FOR THE MOTHERLAND . left right left right left right...
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The Journey Back

I had to go back, there were ghosts to kill. . I remembered the main street, the bleak council houses, and downbeat people in that...
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Good Day

Birdsong melded with forest fragrance . butterflies danced the exuberance of life . while I sipped Chateau Le Touron, Monbazillac. . I bathed in the...
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A Younger Man’s Trousers

Brown spots on the back of my hands and my daughters laugh when I dance. Bloomin’ awful ache in my back. And romance? There isn’t...
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Hide and Seek

“I’m home, darling! Early finish today. Hurrah!” The masculine voice echoed through the house, and fell on the ears of Mrs Brown and the insurance...
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I Miss Your Smile

It’s been more than 50 years. . Same man, I think; couple of stone, slight stoop, less hair, quieter, gammy leg. Not much wiser. ....
boxer

Like Collo Hadn’t Warned Me

“He’s gonna stuff me.” “Don’t talk like that!” Collo grabbed my arms. “He’s just a twinkling fairy!” “Yeah, but look at the size of him!”...
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The Legend of Spring-Heeled Jack

Come pull up a chair, pray sit you down. I’ll tell you a tale of London Town. A story to thrill and I won’t hold...
Posing

Posing for the Bulgarian

“Do you still see the Bulgarian?” The question tumbled out. “Yes.” Her reply was instant, instinctive, intuitive. “His name is Krasimir.” “Sorry.” He stuttered his...
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Children Singing

Freestyle Haiku Sequence... . hugging her dolly… a make-believe mummy loving her baba . celebrating his first stand-up wee… a big boy now . running...

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