Flavour

Cold Water

Poetry, 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

Ode to a sandwich

Eating, Food, Poetry

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!

 

Skittles

Poetry

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

Garden Apple Pie

Cooking, Food, Fruit, Garden, Treat, Treats

 

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

Asparagus

Acrostic, Colours, Cooking, Food

#Coloryourworld #Cyw #Asparagus

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.