Honeycomb

18th May 2017

A San-San poem – Origins rooted on the Greek Island of Crete

 

On holiday by a grecian water

I saw a flying insect having some tea

it flew for the pollen from flower to flower

occasionally passing a grecian sun or daughter

it was happy to pass through the flowers this bee

till it was time to head for home

where it spend a passing hour

away from the sun making honeycomb.

Scarlet

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She caught my view, in the Cretan sunshine

Casting a watchful eye over the fruits of the island

As our gazes met briefly, we smiled at one-another

Reacting to a momentary attraction

Long haired red head, with eyes of green

Enchanting young lady – with chance to meet at

The next mornings breakfast

 

Cotton candy

Salford 9th April 2017

a sweet poem for the color your world challenge by inkdropk

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whispy wires of candy

softly rising into a soft tornado

gathering in pace as it goes

 

sensational sugar collides

against the  tornado catcher

fallen to be reused again

 

whisps gather pace

collecting speed and sugar

as a sweet cirrus begins to grow

 

floating sweet dreams

fly high in the air

caught by the ice cream man

 

man looking in has to use great skill

to gather the coloured pink cloud

to create smiles on waiting faces

Eggplant

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eggplant

Everybody cooking knows about the eggplant –

great addition to a stew – and staple of Mediterranean cooking

good baked in the oven , stewed or even in a soup

purple in colour – though some mistake it for black

liked by vegetarians for its meaty texture

a fruit of its plant, though its referred as a vegetable

nice to eat in a salad with a dressing

together with feta, olive oil, olives and tomatoes – a wonderful supper dish

Wild blue yonder

Wby

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Heading out to sunnier climbs

the sea looks jewel like from up here

an absent-minded deity

must have dropped it from above

 

Wild blue yonder – tween sky and space

up in the clouds – the planes keep a pace

so passengers landing, on islands they’ll stay

and enjoy some sun, some rest and some play

 

Nothing to see but sea and sky

as through the marshmallow clouds we fly

heading for azure waters of greece

and sun, sea, quiet and peace