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.
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.
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.
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| making marmalade |
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").
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| girl with the marmalade eyes |
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 ;-)