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Childhood Food Fruit Garden Growing up Poetry

Innocence

A tale of Growing up, by inky.

Pears (Pairs?) an image by inky, created in Photofox

The fruit fell lightly from the branch

to underneath the tree

my little nephew picked them up

and asked a question of me

“Uncle, i know pears are ready to eat

when they’ve fallen from the tree

but why do we call them pairs ?

when there’s clearly three ?”

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Growing up Poetry Schooldays

Bag o’ Pear Drops

#Poetry #Sweets #Confectionary

17th July 2018

I

The container comes down

from the confectioners shelf and

each little drop of sweetness

spills into the bowl

II

Red and Yellow fancies

dusted with icing sugar

and as you open the bag

a blast of pear

III

Each Individually formed

rocky for a short while

but later smooth on the tongue

but watch for the sharp bits

IV

Thud of each drop

hitting the scale

rattle and then crunch

of the halves coming away

V

Sweet and Sour Sensations

tripping off the tongue

taking you back

to schoolday memories

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Fruit Poetry

Core

Core

Central to most trees fruit

Oranges pears apples or bananas

real safe centres … some soft some hard.  Most

Edible, but the centre and their pips are quite woody

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Fruit Photography Poetry

Curves

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Curve

A couple of pears

I enjoy the way they fit in the hand

A marvellous shape

Defined by its curves

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Acrostic Birds Cats Food Treats

Crumble

Salford 22nd September

An Acrostic in response to the Daily Post….

Crumb

Cakes and puddings

Resolutely rounded off, their memory occasionally left

Under the dining room table – a veritable feast for the domestic

Mouse, guinea pig or hamster who help themselves to the

Bits of topping  missed by mum or dad

Look out , underfoot – and

Expect to find a very happy pet indeed – eating the crumbs

 

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Buildings Food Fruit Garden Heritage Historical History Poetry writing

A fruity San-San

The latest challenge from the boys and girls at Napowrimo.net as part of my ongoing task to write a poem a day was to write a san-san

The challenge is here for anybody who wants to take it up : http://www.napowrimo.net/day-fourteen-3/

The rhyming follows a pattern of a-b-c-a-b-d-c-d

So, inspired by the nearby Tudor gardens at Ordsall Hall in Salford, here’s my latest effort –

Fruit Tree

Growing against a Tudor brick wall,

old fruit ripens for the pie

coming from the tree but once a season

upon the cooks demand do they fall

over the skies the crows do fly

could this be why they are picked with haste?

there could be no other plausible reason

but to deprive the feathered friends from a taste