Tap, and Unwrap
That’s how it goes
and a scent of orange
wafts up my nose
Scent – then a taste
of orange from oil
captured in chocolate segments
held in the foil
Dark light and White
Mixes of chocolate and zest
Melt in the mouth zing
A taste that’s the best
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
Salford, 6th August
So, here we are, with a noble invention
A combination of ingredients
Now brought together, with love tween two slices of bread
Daintily paired, meats and vegetables
When required – sauces or spices
It’s what you might call – a matter of taste
Combining flavour and texture – the eater
Happy in the knowledge, theres not much washing up!
20th July 2018
#Sweets #Fruit #Poetry
A Food acrostic – not to be confused with the game you throw a ball at 🙂
Sealed up in the big plastic bag
Kept in your travel case
Is a multitude of flavour – A rainbow of taste
Tastebuds tingle, at the very
Thought of flavours
Like Lemon, strawberry, Lime, Orange and Blackcurrant
Each little sweet, exploding with flavour
Sensational
A San-San By Brian F Kirkham (Inky)
The branches against the household wall
holds fruit that’s ripening for a pie
blackberry stems bring fruit with flavour this season
that answers to the pastries call
over with envy the birds do fly
could this be why it cooks with haste ?
depriving the feathered hunters a reason
to head for the window to grab a taste
#Coloryourworld #Cyw #Asparagus
As far as I know, I’ve never seen your flowers
Some gardeners I’ve spoken to say they’re white, some say yellow
Perhaps they’re both right – but its your green stalks that
Attract the cooking fraternity , as you bathe in butter and herbs
Rolling around the pan developing your flavour
Adorable little stalks, who when departing from the pan are
Going to be joined in a mix, with Parma Ham and an Egg
Until you’ve been eaten – the critics would never understand
Some would say – you’re only good for soup, but the diners know better.
