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Poetry

Biscuit

Salford, 3rd June 2020

Baked – like a cake – but for longer

it’s middle depends on it’s flavour

sometimes it’s jam if its a dodger

creamy flavoured middle if custard or bourbon

usually eaten with a beverage, like tea or coffee

incredible range down the biscuit aisle

taken and dunked, regularly, around afternoon tea

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abstract Drink Food Photography Poetry

Fairies

#Napowrimo #Photo #Cup #Coffee #tea

Fairies rising (Image by Inky)

What’s that coming out of my cup of chai ?

colorful things rise and fly

up and down and round about

following the trail of the steam spout

far into the air they fly and rise

like colourful luminous butterflies

captured by the camera’s eye

before out of the kitchen they do fly

Categories
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 ?

 

 

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Poetry

Sugarcube (2.1)

A poem by inky, from a prompt by

Www.serafinajayne.co.uk #sugar

shaped like a cube

formed from the beet

never tasted summat so sweet

taken from a root, out of ground it grew

only question to ask…do you take one lump or two?

as it falls in the cup into coffee or tea

aided with help by gravity

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Concentration Food Poetry

Broken

Broken

the elaborate jigsaw

lies strewn on the floor

of the coffee house

jagged shards of porcelain

cast out in a circular pattern

across the marble floor

perhaps the barista

should have taken note

of the temperature of

the coffee machine

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Acrostic Character Cities Life Poetry

Froth

Froth

Salford 12th April 2018

From time to time,

Realities of bringing a coffee to life come into view

Out of nowhere, people demanded posh coffee

The buzzwords of the day “latte” or “Cappucino”

Hell on earth for the poor overworked cafetiere

For days on end

Round-about temp – amassing to “what on earth” – as

Out of its innards came water and milk

The demand was over the top, as the coffee

House bursted out at the seams

Filling up the orders as they cued up – down the

Road, tasting the latest thing the store owners could provide

Occassionally, it would get a break – as a barista

Took a moment, to clean him up

Heaven

Finally, the day was over

Reality –

out of the emptiness of the store

there was a moment of calm – peace till the morning

he’d appreciate the silence

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Acrostic Food

Snack

Snack

Sent by the food gods

Nicely made treats from the pastry shop or Cafe

A thing to take off the edge – in that hour or two before lunch

Created by Artistes who know a thing or two about Sweets – now, is it

Krispy Kreme or a Gregg’s Doughnut with your cuppa ?

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BASIC Life Volunteering

Summat’s Brewing

Teacup

Tea

Salford, 29th June 2017

New day, new morning, New opportunity.

Granted, it might not be paid.  But I’m working with some great people

I’m approaching my new role with little baby steps (odd for a 40-odd yr old) and all with a smile!

taking and delivering orders, brewing cuppas, washing pots and pans and waiting tables

all in the familiar surroundings of the Brain & Spinal Injury Centre in Salford.

 

Processes ? learning how to turn on the cafeteiere (posh machine for heating the brews) and mastering the art of the till have been difficult – but i’ve managed!

even down to the zen mastery, that is how others have their brews….

and for Those wondering if i’ve kicked my museum work into touch – you need not worry – i’ll be back there on Monday!

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Character Drink Food Poetry

Percolate

Percolate
Born in the Sun

Saved from Birds – Red Blue and Yellow

The humble little coffee bean

is a hardy fellow

 

Grown in the warmth

of a plantation

with 50,000,000

brothers and sisters

 

picked from its parent

it travels for miles

travelling in bags

with no room to smile

 

asked to improve

the heated aqua

and roasted within

an inch of its life

 

Life force captured

in three sizes of cup

and then the final insult

the drop of milk and sugar