Marmalade

Another Saturday, another blog (and by the way, belatedly, happy Lancashire Day). Went to Birmingham, saw lots of snow, got freezing cold, watched a football match in which the Tangerines should have made marmalade of poor opposition but our finishing was off, we were denied a clear penalty and the home side bundled in a late winner. "So it goes", as Kurt Vonnegut remarked. 

making marmalade

Upon the final whistle we got held behind by West Midland Constabulary for  twenty minutes to allow the Birmingham fans to wander off into their second city night. After that it was a long, hungry ride home. Paddington Bear might have added "A wise bear always keeps a marmalade sandwich in his hat in case of emergency." I wish I had paid more attention to the hirsute little Peruvian.

And that tart reportage is about all you're going to get this week on topic, apart from a new poem partly, but only fleetingly, inspired by a Beatles song - you know which one ("Picture yourself on a boat on a river etc etc").

girl with the marmalade eyes

Bear in mind that this was the product of a late night scribbling session, another work-in-progress, and on reflection (if I ever get the time) subject to change to improve it.

Marmalade Eyes

Blue eyes sparkle like twinkling stars

sapphire bright irises, light and cheerful

Green eyes smile like welcoming pools

cool emerald isle lakes, dive in and swim

Grey eyes shine with wisdom and grace

the generous glow of worldly understanding

Brown eyes smoulder with subtle passion

chocolate to the depths with alluring flecks

but

Marmalade eyes are glaucous and slarkey

both sweet to behold but sticky like amber

so beware: return their deceptive glaze with 

care or end up ensnared in some terrible jam 

Thanks for reading, S ;-)