Battle

Poetry

#Fowc #Battle

There’s always fighting somewhere….

Land, Places

Resources, Religion

All led by crackpot ideas and beliefs

Of course, the one’s leading the charge

Disappear off to the back of the crowd

While his (or her) men are fighting it out

Leaving them chance – to act all statesmanlike

at a memorial of stone

with names engraved – of those fallen

Millionare’s Shortbread

Food, Sweets

4th May 2019

funny what I can come up with, when I’m peckish


Sandwiched together
hot off the confectioners table
oblong biscuits of loveliness
rippled with caramel and chocolate
taken usually with a nice cup of tea
crafted by an artisan
and served up as part of an afternoon lunch
keeping watch, children with a sweet tooth
expecting a piece of this dessert after the sandwiches

The Race

Birds, Poetry

T

They’ve waited around
practicing their manoeuvres
up and down the canal side
mastering approaches

Eyes focused
for a signal
and a time
and a place of green

Spring afternoon
perfect conditions
for old friends
to compete against each other

Superstar sportsmen
can only sit and watch
as gladiatorial battles take place
on the terracotta tiles

Spectators look on
from vaulted vantage points
up high and looking down
on the contest below

As they take their positions
and wait for the starter
spreading the breadcrumbs
across the walkway

On Patrol

Animals, Birds, Poetry

The black feathered aviators are out on patrol again

You could call them “The flying squad”

Keeping the streets of Salford Quays

free from the menace of breadcrumbs

as they clean a square metre in five minutes flat

passing professors doing their sums

and staring as if to say – “What’re you lookin’ at ?”

while seagulls know not to pounce or enter a fight

with the flying squad – they’ll get a fright

Bank Holiday Monday

Easter, Holidays, Poetry

#Easter #Holiday

The collective heads at the weather office

looked dumbfounded at the view outside the window

it was a common convention – it rained on a Bank Holiday

and yet, blue skies and sun were the order of the day

flowers were drenched in sunshine

and people were enjoying picnics in the park

as confectioners ran with their easter eggs

to keep their creations whole.

Trickery

Food, Poetry

In response to Fandango’s one word challenge

You knew your nephew wouldn’t eat his greens

every mealtime saw a trip to the bin

but appreciating his happy sweet tooth

you snook something into pudding unseen

and eating with the custard you did grin

as he ate up his carrots with a great big smile

hidden in the sponge cake with sultanas between

and wouldn’t complain about veg – for a while

Turnover

Cooking, Food, Poetry
AppleMark

#Fowc #Food # Turnover

Salford 15th April 2019

A tale of an Apple Turnover

This is a bit of a wonder

Undeniable – the baker is a bit of a marvel

Ripe apples transformed into a take home delight

Nice eaten hot with custard

Or cold with a bit of icecream

Varieties exist – some are spiced and others have sultanas in them

Everyone enjoys them as a breaktime treat –

Rows of delicious pastries leave, as fast as they are baked

Two Brothers

Animals, Cats, Poetry

A tale of two neighbourhood cats – c/o my profile on allpoetry.com

Sat on a grassy spot,
someplace by the house
two brothers sit on the outside porch
dreaming about a mouse

They’re waiting for their mum
to serve up summat for tea
and have been playing in the backyard
rolling in the grass with glee

Prowling through the green grass
as not to be seen or heard
pouncing on patches of lawn
hunting for a bird

Climbing on tables and chairs
in their fur all black and white
pondering what’s their catfood tray
thinking – what’s for tea tonight ?