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Colours

Black

Salford, 16th July 2019

#coloryourworld #cyw #black

Born out of light and Fire , the first colour

Left on a wall to make its mark

A simple drawing in a cave – not on paper, that would come later

crafting a tale – telling the news

Keeping the locals informed – news of the hunt

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Poetry

Sunset over Alykanas

I watched
with my feet still sat in wet sand
as the evening skies faded
like a fire in outer space
day turned slowly into night
and silver fish still circled
as a central point of
fire and ice
waited for the many moons
in the grecian sky to settle in their spots
like diamonds in the sky

Categories
Poetry

Beached

#promptuarium #Ontheshore

small hot fire burning

from the floating boat remains

captain toasting boat

Remains in a group

Under cover of a palm tree

Shelter above shade

Feasting like a royal

Tomorrow – commences hunt

fish on the menu

Categories
Camping Fire Outdoor Pursuits Outdoors Poetry

Burn

Burn

the triangle a simple one

heat air and fuel

started by a little spark

amongst the smallest of shavings

 

Little flame eating

everything around it

kept at bay

by logs and bricks

 

Starting off slowly

the flames begin to grow

dining on everything near it

apart from the Billy can above

 

bread on a green stick

changes with the dancing flames

from dough to delight in seconds

with help from the makeshift grill

 

smells of the barbecue

rise in the air

as backwoods sausages

add fuel to the flames

 

light and warmth

dancing slowly in the moonlight

till all that are left

are the glowing impish coals

 

staff of life

the end of life

for the fire that maintained life

Round the campfire circle

 

 

Categories
Cooking People Poetry

Apprentice

Apprentice

Written by Brian F Kirkham for the Apprentice prompt 7/5/2017

 

Flour strewn across the table

cocoa liberally cast on the floor

cinnamon dust lines the air

cutting through the icing sugar fog

And through the icing sugar mist

the young lad who’s eager to learn

emerges to grab his bosses attention

he was watching as the sugar burned

but alas, he grabbed the oven door top

and as the door of the oven started to drop

he realised there wasnt enough water in the mix

as his cake creation put him in a fix

A cloud of sugary dust appeared

igniting to light his hair and his beard

apprentice or novice – his boss he was swayed

to call the number of the fire brigade

Categories
Fire Fireworks Life Nature Outdoors Parks Places Poetry

Scorched Earth…

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A poem by Inkdropk in response to the prompt
Scorched

 

The park grass in Greater Manchester looked a little different

November 6th 2016

The morning after the night before

when children watched with awe

at the colourful spectacle

appearing in front of enlightened eyes

The air laced with the smell of Gunpowder

Guido Fawkes’ ghost smiling away

Cinders of wood sit in  circles

where warming flames once stood

there’s now stillness, smoke and silence

in the early hours of a cold winters day

as dampened embers force out

The last traces of the bonfires life

a large black and silvery circle

set in a sea of green

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Acrostic Fire Poetry

Flames

Flames

fire

For years, the fire’s been burning

Lighting up emotions for centuries

Angers and passions ignited by the people

Maybe it was the warmth of the

Expections building up inside them

Stay warm – but don’t get burnt!

 

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Cooking Food Poetry

Smoke

In response to the Daily Prompt

Smoke

The saying goes

“There’s no smoke without fire”,

and as it appears, the wood in the oven

begins to burn.

 

Flames licking the sides of the grill

slowly encompassing the meat resting there

trapped in a smog of flavour

 

Occasionally seeing daylight for another brush of marinade

of Sugar, Honey and Spice.

and as the heat rises in the oven

the embers glow in the smog

 

The window of the oven sees barely but a mist,

but the coals burn on, and the heat rises

adding more flavour to the fabulous feast

till chef announces – “Dinner is Served”

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Camping Outdoors Scouts

Fires a Burning

Another piece for the daily post prompt

Smoke

also appears at http://allpoetry.com/poem/11670889-Fires-a-Burning-by-InkdropK

The sun went asleep, upon the moon break
and the light from a match began to awake
starting to burn the bark from a tree
whilst little one’s watch with their cuppas with glee

The bark it alights and begins to glow,
producing smoke as it burns the wood slow
small twigs surround the bark as it burns
fallen from trees amongst bushes and ferns

Flames round the wood, performing a dance
dancing towards night sky, given a chance
providing light, and heat for the camp
whilst heating the supper, in the cold and damp

And wood keeps on burning to feed this small fire
As tales are told round it to teach and inspire
and youngsters all smile as they receive with glee
a mug of steaming hot soup for their tea!

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Engine Exhibits Fire IWM North Museum Museums Photography Places Poetry War World War II

Little Ol’ Red

The Fire pump issued to the Ferranti Works in World War II
The Fire pump issued to the Ferranti Works in Hollinwood in World War II, Now on Display at Imperial War Museum North, Trafford.

Little Old Red is resting,
he’s done its best.
When the world was at war,
and bombs fell to the floor

These crafty bombs made fire
over concrete and grass
so firecrews met round him
to work they’d amass.

Putting out fires and
protecting from damage,
A meal th’crew would eat
was the most they could manage

And taking their cue,
from the wardens in black
the fire crews stopped fires
from the enemy attack

As Little Red emptied
eighty pools in a day
Keeping the danger
of fire at bay
But now that war’s over
the spotlight’s now on him
as he tells tales of the firemen
that isn’t quite so grim