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Acrostic Food Fruit Life

Breakfast

Salford, 7th April 2020

#Food #Morning #Breakfast #Napowrimo

A prompt from Writerswrite.co.za – cheers to the promptuarium for providing the list of prompts

Best meal of the day, some people call it….

Ripe tasty bananas slapped between two pieces of buttered bread, or

Egg, boiled and salted, and served up with bread soldiers

A hearty breakfast – they say, is fit for a

King….Bacon, Eggs, sausage, tomatoes….

French toast is an alternative if you don’t like chasing your food

As are cereals….but don’t forget toast and

Strawberry jam….its a crowd pleaser

That’ll please any fussy eater (or cheese if they don’t like the sweet stuff)

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Poetry

Debate

Salford 15th February 2020

#Fowc #Debate

During the week, it was the hot topic of conversation

Election ? Europe ? no! none of these

But a culinary conundrum – which sandwich was better

A choice of Sausage, Egg, Bacon, or Cheese

The favourite – an obvious choice – but

Everyone wants their own bite of the butty!

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Home Life Poetry Transport

Early Morning

Salford 23rd August 2018

Squeaky doors

are better clarion calls

than any alarm clock

on the market

 

Slumbered silence

broken by a cistern

attracts you to the noise

of the nearby main road

 

Luna’s departure

allows Ra to announce

“The morning is here!

it’s time to get up”

 

And motorised monsters

or kings of the road

make their way delivering boxes

either side of the tarmac

 

Solitary Swallow

converses with the neighbours

on a nearby roof –

tweets the news – no laptop required

 

The rumble of early morning traffic

cascading through the windows

is followed by the crack of an egg

falling into sizzling bacon fat

 

Kettle whistles through the concrete

up through the bedroom floor

your first cup of the day is ready

milk and two sugars ?

 

 

Categories
Eating Food Growing up Pleasures Poetry

Eggy Bread

Egg

This ain’t no restaurant “French toast”

it’s made over burning logs

in the country air

Foundation for the morning

Set against a glorious sunrise

and cups of camp tea

Thick crusty bread

absorbed in a lake of

golden runniness

Bacon awaits its partner

as it cooks away

in its fat

Poor Man’s omelette ?

after a night on the hills

it’s the food of kings.

Knives and forks ?

or eaten as a sandwich

only quandry – sauce Red or Brown ?