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Acrostic Christmas Festive Food Memories

Bubble and Squeak

#fowc #food #christmas #leftovers

Salford, 26th December 2019

By the time the pans were in the sink

undertakings of the Christmas leftovers were being sorted out

bird of the day stripped down to its carcass and

boxed up – and placed in the refridgerator

like the vegetables left behind from the feast

everyone knew what was for tomorrows dinner

Sizzle – went the pan – as meat and vegetables combined

quickly in motion with the aid of a bit of oil and butter

unlike the meal before it – this had a flavour all of its own

encompassing all its ingredients and perhaps one or two more

as the smell of the concoction – drifted on the cold winter air – leaving the

kitchen and wafting under the noses of everyone nearby

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Acrostic Freedom of Expression

Bubble

#fowc #bubble

Bath times they appear

up from the water churned up by the tap

bathroom ducks smiling as they

bobble up and down on the foamy bubbles

looking at one – is like looking at a rainbow on the water

except , unlike a rainbow – these disappear – far too soon

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Poetry Water

Cold Water

Coldwater

My latest piece for Allpoetry.com

which I’ve decided to share with you all….enjoy

Fresh from a Lakeland reservoir
turned over by occasional waterfall
a polar bears delight
particularly in winter season

Hitting the receptacle crisply
it creates a bubble or two at the bottom
bringing out the flavour
of the drink it dilutes

Refreshment in Hot days
as well as cold
delivering fruitiness to the taste buds
like an bullet express train

Do you want it colder ?
then leave it in the fridge
or make it frosty instantly
with a couple of ice cubes

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Acrostic Poetry

Bubble

Bubble

bubble rising

up high in the

blue skies, floating and

bobbing about in the air

light as a feather, and bringing a smile to

excitable little faces

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Christmas Food Poetry

Bubble and Squeak

Salford, 29th December 2017

I knew it was coming – the creation of a masterpiece.

something from the remains of the Christmas feast – to warm everybody up

chef using concoctions to heighten the flavour of the dish

in first went the potatoes (roast and boiled), and then the onion – accompanied by a drop of oil.

then went the parnsip, turnip and swede.  followed by the carrots

the meat from the leftovers cubed and joined in the heat by a stock cube

and as you listened to the pan – the contents started to bubble

half way there – and with the turn of the veg – it started to speak

squeaking away with a sizzle

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Food Poetry

Lemonade

Written for National Poetry Month – A Tale of Lemons and Lemonade

 

If life gives you lemons
make lemonade,

Yellow like sunshine
sharp but – somehow sweet

An acid taste
brought down by sugar

A tale of life embodied
in a single fruit

Grown in a sun drenched orchard
on trees with waxy leaves

You started green – but soon grew
as you lost your pigment blue

and squashed in a press
you gave up your juice
and entering fizz
let your flavours loose

each drop enough

to quench the driest of thirsts

 

Sign of summer – embodied
in every colourful sun drenched bubble