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Outdoor Pursuits Outdoors Poetry Scouting Scouts

Backwoods Stew

#Scouts #Cubs #Beavers #Supper

The ingredients were simple enough,

Taters in the embers of some dying beechwood

Corned beef, Some Carrots and a very big onion

Butter for frying, and some stock cubes for flavour

The Metallic billy can protected by the finest washing liquid

as flames licked the sides of the can

As the potatoes softened, the onions went see-through

hiding amongst the beef

and as the bubbles rose bringing the feast together

chef prepared his serving spoons – as it was served in tin mugs

in the other can ? usually tea but not that night

as chocolate buns were served for afters – with hot cocoa.

Beavers, Cubs, Scouts and Ventures all headed for bed after Campfire – with Smiles on their faces.

They said “Ban Soap at Camp”….but this rule didn’t apply to the cookware….as the recepticles enjoyed a dip in the bubbliest of alfresco baths and a scrub getting rid of charcoaled washing liquid

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Poetry

Biscuit

Salford, 3rd June 2020

Baked – like a cake – but for longer

it’s middle depends on it’s flavour

sometimes it’s jam if its a dodger

creamy flavoured middle if custard or bourbon

usually eaten with a beverage, like tea or coffee

incredible range down the biscuit aisle

taken and dunked, regularly, around afternoon tea

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abstract Drink Food Photography Poetry

Fairies

#Napowrimo #Photo #Cup #Coffee #tea

Fairies rising (Image by Inky)

What’s that coming out of my cup of chai ?

colorful things rise and fly

up and down and round about

following the trail of the steam spout

far into the air they fly and rise

like colourful luminous butterflies

captured by the camera’s eye

before out of the kitchen they do fly

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Architecture IWM North Military Museum Poetry

Octpowrimo – Day 22 – Broken pieces

#Octpowrimo #Brokenpieces

Imperial War Museum North, Manchester UK (via the Inkwell), 22nd October 2019

How does someone express the act of war ?

take you through a hundred years

and tell that tale – that no one else can tell anymore.

The man with a vision

took a thing for brewing his cuppa

and changed it into something – iconic

Smashed with a hammer

Earth air and water

came together and reformed

Falling at the side of a waterway

painted by a painter

who’s centre stood next door

And in the evening sunlight

the air shard shone as shimmering light

cascaded off its solid steel

Morning beckons

and the tales from the shards

can be heard across town

from the tales within.

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Animals Cats Poetry

In Other Words – Delicious

A five line response to the picture provided for the prompt by Patricia’s Place @ https://patriciasplace.me/

perfectly pampered puddytat

ponders whats for tea

perhaps chicken or pork, or maybe – beef ?

his belief – but today his wish

is a big plate of fish

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Food Poetry

Buttered Scones

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

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Poetry

Bag O’Sweets

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!
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Home Life Poetry Transport

Early Morning

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 ?

 

 

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Poetry

Sugarcube (2.1)

A poem by inky, from a prompt by

Www.serafinajayne.co.uk #sugar

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

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Concentration Food Poetry

Broken

Broken

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