5th February 2019
After its appearance on Luna’s poetry bar , I thought i’d best provide it with its own spot from its originators page
I don’t know how they came up with it
they may argue about its serving
but it must have been a marvel
when flour and butter and sugar
were brought together in a combo
by the milk on the doorstep
Now coming out at four o clock
for the ladies at afternoon tea
the debate heats up on jam and cream
but a bit of southwest butter on those sultanas
is fine for a Lancashire lad like me
Open up your bag and round
a quarter of sweets for half a pound
a drumstick lolly that’s hard to beat
lemon drops for a special treat
chocolate footballs and fizzy drops
the magic candy that fizzes and pops
cola bottles and sherbet tubes
candied shrimps and pineapple cubes
Now , don’t eat them all now,
they’re a treat, we agree
but eat them all and you wont eat
the fish and chips for your tea!
Salford 23rd August 2018
are better clarion calls
than any alarm clock
on the market
broken by a cistern
attracts you to the noise
of the nearby main road
allows Ra to announce
“The morning is here!
it’s time to get up”
And motorised monsters
or kings of the road
make their way delivering boxes
either side of the tarmac
converses with the neighbours
on a nearby roof –
tweets the news – no laptop required
The rumble of early morning traffic
cascading through the windows
is followed by the crack of an egg
falling into sizzling bacon fat
Kettle whistles through the concrete
up through the bedroom floor
your first cup of the day is ready
milk and two sugars ?
A poem by inky, from a prompt by
shaped like a cube
formed from the beet
never tasted summat so sweet
taken from a root, out of ground it grew
only question to ask…do you take one lump or two?
as it falls in the cup into coffee or tea
aided with help by gravity
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
Salford, Friday 29th December 2017
Camped by a Christmas tree and warmly wrapped in a throw
out of the way of the wind and the snow
Zedding at moments in front of the TV
yet waiting for time that mum and dad call for tea.
every egg laid
at the chicken coop
has his or her day
served up as a
side alongside bacon 🥓
or three sausages
or combined with veg
to create a quiche lorraine
cooking slowly in oven
or whipped up in a
meringue or custard for a
or left to grow up
and hatch 🐣 on the farm, to
make more eggs for tea
Saturday afternoon tea
toasted tea cakes have to be done just so or
right royal rumpuses will take place
up on the fine China service
choice bites of savoury stuff are
taken from the porcelain platters
unless you’re of a certain age…as
raspberry fancies meet a swift but happy end.
every wonder served on a tiered plate…lovely and tasty.
Sent by the food gods
Nicely made treats from the pastry shop or Cafe
A thing to take off the edge – in that hour or two before lunch
Created by Artistes who know a thing or two about Sweets – now, is it
Krispy Kreme or a Gregg’s Doughnut with your cuppa ?
Salford, 29th June 2017
New day, new morning, New opportunity.
Granted, it might not be paid. But I’m working with some great people
I’m approaching my new role with little baby steps (odd for a 40-odd yr old) and all with a smile!
taking and delivering orders, brewing cuppas, washing pots and pans and waiting tables
all in the familiar surroundings of the Brain & Spinal Injury Centre in Salford.
Processes ? learning how to turn on the cafeteiere (posh machine for heating the brews) and mastering the art of the till have been difficult – but i’ve managed!
even down to the zen mastery, that is how others have their brews….
and for Those wondering if i’ve kicked my museum work into touch – you need not worry – i’ll be back there on Monday!