Buttered Scones

Food, Poetry

5th February 2019

Scones

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

Bag O’Sweets

Poetry

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!

Early Morning

Home, Life, Poetry, Transport

Salford 23rd August 2018

Squeaky doors

are better clarion calls

than any alarm clock

on the market

 

Slumbered silence

broken by a cistern

attracts you to the noise

of the nearby main road

 

Luna’s departure

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

 

Solitary Swallow

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 ?

 

 

Structure

Buildings, Food, Transport, Treat, Treats

 

Structure 

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.

 

Summat’s Brewing

BASIC, Life, Volunteering

Teacup

Tea

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!