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Acrostic Poetry Weather

Caught (in the fog)

Salford, 19th January 2020

#weather #fog

Christmas and New Year is over, but winters still here

A patchwork of heavy cloud, lies low – hiding church spires

Until it lifts – it’s difficult to get anywhere

Gravitating over roads and field alike

Hard to make out the silhouettes in the Pea Soup

The landmarks fizzle out the further they’re away

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Acrostic Poetry Weather

Mist

17th June 2019

#fowc #mist

The morning light falls

through fallen marshmallow

difficult to look through

just by looking

lights dipped low

as it slowly whirls around

noting the man in the reflective orange

encouraging you to slow down

familiar landmarks

obscured in the vapour

gravitate closer as you get near

greater fear – the mist gets denser – when

you find yourself chasing shapes

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Weather Winter

Pea Soup

10th January 2019

I could say mother natures been cooking,

but she’s obscured my view

I can barely see, what’s in front of me

never mind a metre or two

And the pea soup – its a moving

as it follows the warmth of the ground

its making pretty whirls and swirls

as it moves around

And its not easy when your commuting

from museum to back to home

as the fog falls on down, it makes you frown

as you might just be looking through foam!

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Poetry

Lost

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#Lost #Fog #Picture #Disappeared #Vanished

they went for a wonder

through a familiar place

when the fog lifted later

of explorers – no trace

 

The local constabulary

puzzled like all

to Scotland Yard

they made a call

 

The dogs let loose

as the yards crack squad

examined each footprint

the missing had trod

 

but like their colleagues – at the end of the day

the inspector concluded – they’d been whisked away

with no more evidence – he said “Call off the dogs….

these poor souls have been taken by the fog!”

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Poetry

Disappear

Disappear

where did he go ?

that master of the air

flying his plane without a care

he drifted his wings out into the fog

over the plains and the wet soggy bogs

and the plane spotters radioed out to the skies

hoping his plane would return in surprise

but over the radio the controller was in tears

our master aviator …in the skies….disappeared!

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Acrostic Autumn Seasons Weather Winter

Foggy

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For years it’s been a clarion call,

Over the hills and valleys it falls

Greeting us all, with the message

Get yourselves ready, winters on its way!

you may ignore the creeping fog…but the leaves have already fallen

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Growing up Life Memories Poetry Weather

walking through pea soup

Foggy

a cold morning on a Salford autumn day

the vapour gathering round lampposts

neon attempts in vain to cut through

roads deserted for miles

dipped headlights order of the day

yet no ones on the road

school patrols in day glo uniform stand lonesome

all football ⚽️ matches in the schoolyard called as score draws

as the fog lingers till home time … can’t see the ball.

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Weather

Air Snaps

Crisp

In the cold light of day

you could break off the mist

and eat it all up

 

Say that its biting

it keeps things fresh

not frosty at all

 

Just cold enough

to take the heat off

and highten tastebuds

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Acrostic Cities Cityscapes Life Poetry Science Weather

Echo

Echo

Escaping a Salford Subway

Carrying call of the person rebounds

Hopping around the chamber – to and fro

On its way to the other exit

Ears pick up what seems like a choir

Cacophony travelling down towards the ear

Happily, sending the message

Or fading away into the distance

Each word bounces around as the

Call travels down the tunnel

Hastily , it makes its way to be heard

Or disappear, into the fog

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Acrostic Fishing Poetry Weather

Fog

Fog

Falling down onto the water
Over the water it lies
Grave times ahead for Ferrymen

For when the fallen clouds
over brave fishermen lie
Great dangers can be seen

Fish sleep soundly on the
Ocean Floor – as boats are
Guided slowly through the Pea Soup