Squirrel

Acrostic, Animals, Poetry

Octpowrimo, 29th October 2018

Signs that winter is on its way

Quite inquisitive fellow made his way across the garden fence

Under the fir trees and around the hyacinths

In search, of something

Round , red brown, and tasty to

Restock his larder for winter

Every now and then looking around, protecting his hide

Looking for morsels in every inch of the garden

Almond and Raspberry Bake

Food, Pleasures, writing

#Threewords #Food #Baking

8th September 2018

I was never a fan of almonds as a child

come to think of it – i never liked any nut if it was still in its shell.

it might have had something to do with the way you could never break them open

after the joys of unwrapping presents and the christmas lunch there was always the pain of cracking them open with a small hammer

and the feel of shards of broken shell inside your mouth.

So i avoided them in my youth – picking them out of my portions of fruitcake, watching what kind of fudge i was eating – that kind of thing.

Marzipan was public enemy No 1

even the favorite chinese was scrutinised for the phrase “May contain Nuts”

funny thing was i’d eat everything else – even chillis in a curry.

Till one day coming home from college – i’d entered a cafeteria nearby for a warm drink before catching the tram home.  I liked the look of the cake in the display so i ordered a piece….”Almond and Raspberry Bake ?” – The chef asked

Errr…”Yes Please”….I Paused….”Just a small slice”

My mind got transported to being ten again. I’d just ordered edible dynamite.

The hot chocolate wafted under my nose….I couldn’t leave it

I broke off a bit with the fork and swiftly started to eat,

It was different to my childhood memory – not grainy or sharp – and what’s more – it was sweet….with the raspberry jam, it was like eating a raspberry sponge…and it made the hot chocolate taste nicer in a way

By the time i’d finished my drink – the plate in front of me was empty

The edible dynamite – hadn’t exploded

So i paid my bill – and decided to celebrate

“Can i have another slice of that – for the way home please ?”

Two Squirrels

Poetry

twosquirrels

Promptuarium, 18th August

You meet all sorts in your local park

two furry vermine were scampering past the bowling green

when they both sought my advice on

where the tastiest seeds were

“The Hazel tree is off to the west,

but the Conker tree has started dropping its seeds”

I told them,

they paused , then headed for the conker tree

where they fed like kings

before nodding me a thank you

and scampering for some hazelnut dessert

Galvanised

Art, Industrial, Photography, Poetry

Salford, 21st January 2017

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Formed to hold things together –

keeping the cogs of the machine going,

the humble six sided nut, and his mate the bolt

have quite a creative side to their partnership.

watch in awe –  as the mighty pair … mimic michalangelo

turner or Lowry in the shapes and pictures ,

occasionally coming to life

with a photographer’s eye

 

 

Playing with (Hazel) Nuts and Bolts

Art, BASIC, Food, Industrial, Learning, Nature, Photography

Salford, 9th November 2016

Location : Brain and Spinal Injury Centre, Salford

Today in the photography session , we’ve merged the topics of nature and industry….

Created with my Sony Bridge Camera and some building materials and Nuts provided by our tutor Maggie…

(please forgive me if I seem to have put this in the wrong category!)

 

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Our “Workspace”, Floor Tiles

 

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Some of our ingredients, Sprockets

 

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Tightening a “Nut”

 

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Honeycomb (made from Nuts)

 

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Football (soccer) Formation

 

 

 

 

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Alternative Chess Set

 

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Balancing Chess set – with alternate “Bishops”

 

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Looking down the back line – R, Kn, B, K, Q, B, Kn, R

 

 

 

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Odds and ends Man

 

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Gone Home

 

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Odds and Ends Man II

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Musical Fixings

Art, Industrial, Photography, Poetry

A piece for the prompt

Transmogrify

Left over bits from the scrapyard,

Bits from a box full of fixings.

Nuts and bolts mingle with springs and old allen keys,

brought together on a square by the craftsman –

bringing a magical musical fellow to life.

No need to go nuts for your previous existence

play us a tune – jazzy little man