Fingers and fork

for tonight at the dverse poets pub we are at the buffet of poems inspired by food time to tuck in

Tuesday poetics – food!

Fingers or forks?

Cold morning fingers sliding,

Bread onto long Toasting fork,

Grandad telling his stories,

Of his biscuit factory adventure,

As we toast our thick bread,

Over the coal fire,

Warming cold morning fingers.

The smell of dirty grease,

and fried onion bouquet,

drifting from the filthy burger joint,

dragging me in,

to splurge my first wage,

on an upset stomach,

With a lesson learnt.

Many weddings and countless funerals,

A Myriad buffet of tables,

Each creaking with a mass of plates,

Oodles of dishes to taste,

No forks only mucky fingers,

No covid here only good company.

Amusing my muse.

tonight at dverse we are celebrating our first quadrille monday of the year.

Quadrille #143: Muse Cues

How Shall I amuse my muse,

With a quadrille, haiku or tanka.

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A quadrille of forty-four,

It shall be tonight,

Full of lyrical poetry,

I Wish!

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Secretly hidden in the,

Muse-eum,

My creativity,

Takes on a new identity,

That of a dinosaur,

A quadrille-ousaur.

Highs and Lows. #Haibun.

Highs and lows. #Haibun

Written for the first meeting of poets and writers at the bar for # Dverse.

https://dversepoets.com/2022/01/03/dverse-haibun-monday-celebration/

Early December came with two pieces of news. First my 85-year-old aunt passed then I tested positive. Are we ever going to learn how to live with covid? It is not going anywhere. It is going to hang around like the common cold and the flu. My aunt’s funeral is still a week away as we wait for her middle son to get back into the country as he lives abroad. It will be good to see my cousin for the second time in ten years. But it should not have taken the death of his parents to see him. I have missed him.

My ten-day isolation was spent reworking some of my scribblings. Some successful some not. My first novel was not added to but my open mic folder was refilled and tidied up. Out of isolation was spent with a limited family circle. But I am now well enough to have enjoy being treated to a London show by my sisters.

Bob Marley the musical was the highlight of my festive period (see it if you can). I came home seeing the show to find the decorations packed away and waiting for me to put them away. So now tomorrow work begins for 2022. No more dancing in the aisles of a theatre that a treasured memory to share with my sisters.

Bob left his music

A lesson in peace and love

Will we ever learn.