No more packed lunches
thank heavens; reclaiming time
lost from our mornings.
by Scooj
No more packed lunches
thank heavens; reclaiming time
lost from our mornings.
by Scooj
The Penny Farthing
used to be here; tea and cakes
with my grandmother.
by Scooj
Me and my pizza,
the chef, waiter and bar girl;
empty restaurant.
by Scooj
Wonderful smells drift
in and out of the street stalls
selling World cuisine.
by Scooj
Cheesecake price reduced;
if only the reduction
applied to contents.
by Scooj
Regimented rows
eyes up looking at the sky
before darkness falls.
by Scooj
Unmistakable
smell of burning toast; wait now
for the deafening.
by Scooj
Perfect bakery
delicious shortbread and cakes
discovered at last.
by Scooj
The Sunday roast is
in the oven; my tummy
rumbles hollow tunes.
by Scooj
Up on Brandon Hill
the lazy streetwise squirrels
mug folk for vittels.
by Scooj