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Acrostic Colours

Orange

An acrostic on the colour orange (or is that the fruit orange)

Of course, you all know this colour – its the colour of the fruit

Red meeting yellow in the paint mixing pot

As the two colours come together – colour of

Navel and Seville

Greet you as it hits the paper – its not just in fruit though

Expect to see it on the spice rack or the soup dish

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Fairground Poetry

In their finest

Salford, 9th January 2019

On a Sunday morning,

In the bright sunshine

You’ll see them all

In their finest

Taking a walk

With husband or wife

Along with the children,

Escaping the strife

No work for the blacksmith

The shops are all closed

They’ve all been to church

So a walk is proposed

And while making their way

To the local town fair

Some humbugs and sweets

The family will share

As mum and dad rest

In their boaters and hats

The children play games

With the balls and their bats

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Food Fruit Photography Poetry

Juicy

Juicy

 

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A lemon, sliced – at Food for thought, BASIC, Salford – B.F Kirkham 2017

 

The humble lemon,

like its siblings the orange and lime

each segment is full of cells just

bursting with juice

as the fruit knife cuts through the peel to the zesty core

each cell in its way bursts – releasing

fresh lemon zest into the air

while drops of lemon fall onto fresh marble

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Nature Outdoors Parks

Enjoying the Greenery

In response to the daily post Nostalgia

Green Leaves….

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they bring back memories of many an event.

Festivals and Fetes on the large patch of green opposite Nine Acre Court.

I always wondered if the name of the flats had anything to do with the Tudor hall nearby,

It brought back memories of visiting my Aunt in the flats near to Nine Acre, sadly no longer there…though Nine acre has had a facelift…Brick Red changed to white and blue from behind the park.

Days of being younger, in my hometown of Salford, where the metropolis outspread the greenspace.

Not that it wasn’t there – those who read my pieces on the local parks would tell you there were pockets of green to enjoy.

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Walking through Ordsall , Peel and Buile Hill Parks in Spring, gave you a wonderful hit of the seasons…as the young played on swings and the older lads played football and the local crown green bowls clubs played on the bowling green

Blossoms covered the carpets of Green when the wind gently blew them off the trees branches.  Swathes of green turned to a carpet of pink, yellow and white.

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As the seasons changed – so did the colours – towards the end of summer the deciduous residents of Salford’s parks turned from green to yellow to red.  eventually the leaves would turn brown and fall off the tree – and made a wonderful noise as you walked through them.    If dry enough a crisp dry crunch as you stepped on them. Then during the winter, if lucky layers of snow would cover the ground like a canvas and the fallen leaves would shine like diamonds in the winter sun, painted by frost and snow.

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Birds Cityscapes Monuments Statues

Monumental Critic

Manchester 25th September 2015

Inky’s thoughts on what the winged residents of Manchester think of the statues great and good…..

Victoria sits, on her throne – aghast

as the winged horde give their all

on statues laid, that her people paid

of her best men standing tall.

And as Peel and Cobden stand there,

opposite the great civic hall,

winged terrors at best – are making a mess

disgusting the nobles one and all.

So, the fathers – from the hall’s called in an “Expert”

and winged reinforcements he’s brought.

But in rain – the birds laugh (as they have a good bath)

as they know they can’t all be caught.

And with workmen working twenty-four-seven,

and the birds of prey flying day and night

they’ll be working there – in the middle of the square

trying to keep surfaces bright.

But a last word – a thought – for the birdlife

of these statues – they’re really not keen.

as what is now public space – was to them quite ace

when their square was once lush long and green.