The Inkwell#writephoto #silver
Should any foolhardy person want to go treasure hunting
it’s not the treasure horde of a
long lost pirate down in that water
view you see is merely Ra peering at himself in a mirror
even if you went down into the depths
reflections would evaporate….and you would only be saying Hi to fish.
Salford, 17th May 2020
The latest challenge to members of the write club
Write a poem on a kitchen utensil……i did mine on a fish slice
Oh noble utensil
Rescuer of the friday night supper
As the chips cook under the lights under the grill
Note as you look after your charge
Guiding it around so its batter armour doesn’t break
Even your fellow utensils on the range know – this takes patience.
And when its time for the king of the cod to
Meet up with his army of
Brilliantly browned potatoes
Every precaution is taken to
Rest his majesty into the protection of his soldiers
Salford 16th May 2020
Following on from yesterday’s oulipo here’s my go of an Oulipo based on Walter de la mare’s poem – Silver
Here’s my take :-
Slowly silently now the moose
walks the nightmare in his simian shoon
this way and that he peers and sees
Simian fry upon simian tremeloes
One by one the cashiers catch
his bearskins beneath the silvery thegn
Couched in his Kernel, like a logjam
with paybeds of simian sleeps the dogfish
From their shaky cotton the white britches peep
of downs in simian fed sleep
a heap mouthpiece goes scampering by
with simian claws and simian eye
and moveless fishmongers in watercolour dream
in simian reels in simian streams
Salford 4th May
#stillness #writeclub
Calmness lives across the bay
No golden trams rumbling past
No ripples or young fish at play
No parties of football fans starting to mass
Somewhere beyond the water deep
The King of the Salmon is down in his keep
But with no other fisherman making them leap
He’s resting among greenery – fast asleep
The trees by the water – are eerily still
No wind to speak of – so they aren’t bending at will
The wildlife sit in the branches of trees
As the mercury rises by a couple of degrees
And strange as it is – the birds make no noise
Sat on their metal perch – with perfect poise
Watching the bubbles of the fish in the Deep
Watching the fish in their home – fast asleep
Salford , 23rd April 2020
#fowc #dinner
Dining, in all of its forms
is an art form that’s
not to be missed, now you can enjoy a salad or
notibly, the roast beef, veg and yorkshire pudding but
everyone secretly has a favourite take away –
roaming over there at weekends for a supper of fish and chips
#writephoto #otherworldly
When i was little, i used to go
Out with mum and dad , and take in the
Natural beauty of the coastal beaches and amassed hillsides nearby
Dipping a toe in cold water and
Enjoying a walk
Round the bays, looking for interesting pebbles
What’s beyond that window in the cliff face
Or hiding in that hole in the sand ?
Nobody knew – so we decided to look
Dad helping lift up pebbles – as
Excitable little people watched
Red coloured crabs moving sideways towards the sand
Wednesday 15th April 2020
#Napowrimo #Bird #Gull #Salford
He’s sat on the tyres by the part of the dock, where
eager shoppers alight ferries and off do they flock
rotating and hopping around by the gate
revolving ideas of what he’d like on his plate
in dock number 5 he waves wings about
noting the waters that he’ll soon make spout
going after the fish – that come out for some bait
! the ones by the air vent, hopping round by the gate
#SoCs #Deep
Salford 4th April 2020
It’s hard to really appreciate the dish
without taking some time over it
the fish – had been swimming with others
free to explore – developing
evading all predators –
from the polar bear in the north
to the seals and penguins in the south
all to be caught by a net
trawled to a port and
cooked up by a chef
battered within an inch of its old life
in oil so hot – it almost leapt onto the plate
and served by a waitress, Annette
while eaten by the regulars with chips and peas
its eaten by the gastronome
with lemon and tartar sauce……Flavour? DEEP!
Salford , 2nd April 2020
Someone is hovering over Salford’s bins
every day they’ve been seen – on spying missions
and some say – they’re worse than the pigeons
gracefully flying through the skies
until the bins on the waterside are
looking full – likelihood is – they’ll chance their
luck – with a lass coming home from the chippy
#fowc #tag
