The InkwellSalford, 20th January 2020
Bodies like mine, are like
a Barometer – they
react to extremes
of hot and cold – never
mind the big toe test when you
enter the water in the bath
the merest retreat of the mercury is
enough for me to seek out a cure for the
rheumatism in my back, knees, and ankles
#fowc #Dough
Down in a corner of the kitchen
Over by the bread bin and
Under a tea towel
Great things are happening – the bread’s beginning to prove
Hot ovens await, and butter and jam soon after
#CYW #HotMagenta
Its not what you’d call a subtle colour
and it couldn’t be called pink or purple
a fiery marriage where red meets blue
but mother nature seems to like
using their off spring to bring a bit
of eye catching colour to the garden
look around you’ll see it every where else too
in signs, on walls and in windows
the future’s bright – the future’s …. Magenta
#fowc #stairs
Some would say – ascending to new heights
travelling by foot between one floor and another
aiming to reach the other floor
in time for your central heating to kick in
relaxing in your cosy sitting spot and watching
snowflakes passing the bedroom window
#Fowc #Barbecue
Best Beef Sausages
Are happily sizzling over
Roasting hots coals
Beefburgers drip hot fat in
Expectation of sizzling onions
Currently cooking on a skillet, while
Up on the far table – next to the sesame seeded buns
Every kind of sauce and relish imaginable – they’ve even got Curry!
The aviators are circling
Preparing for their next great journey
It was great the past few weeks
In the warmth of a summer sun
But now they’re circling
The skies again
Getting ready to head off
To a place where it’s a little bit warmer
The cats and dogs smile at the sight
As the feathered friends flock, and prepare to take flight
Hiding in plain sight on your pizza
Innocent looking vegetable, scattered among the pepperoni
Divided by red onion and tomatoes, that ain’t no sweet pepper!
Devilish kick, and a rise in heat
Encapsulating the tongue
No wonder you’re sweating.
the mercury rose again today
over at the campsite….they don’t need a match
just a circle of stones baking in the mid morning sun
plonking the pan on top and waiting
waiting for the small drop of oil
to start sizzling.
the elaborate jigsaw
lies strewn on the floor
of the coffee house
jagged shards of porcelain
cast out in a circular pattern
across the marble floor
perhaps the barista
should have taken note
of the temperature of
the coffee machine
sometimes it’s handy for your average shirt to have two
long sleeves…particularly in the cold months
except right about now, planning a trip somewhere by the
equatorial line where it’ll be warmer than home
veering north, a shorter sleeve for summer months and
elevated temperatures
