Tag: poem

Hart’s Bakery

 

Perfect bakery

delicious shortbread and cakes

discovered at last.

 

by Scooj

 

  • Anyone in Bristol who finds themselves at Temple Meads Station really must look out for this locally famous bakery. It can be accessed via a staircase on the left hand side of the station short term car park, and is in one of the archways underneath.

Long tailed tit

 

Welcome visitor

on the damson tree by the

window, foraging.

 

by Scooj

The Christmas tree is dead, long-live the Christmas tree.

 

Trees of Christmas past

bannish the chill invasion

and with their heat, rule.

 

by Scooj

Mothering Sunday

 

Servants given leave

to visit their mother church

with their families.

 

by Scooj

Awakening

 

Sensory delights;

calm colours and subtle scents

ease Winter away.

 

by Scooj

Sprinter

 

Season’s confusion;

no longer can we be sure

of what we will get.

 

by Scooj

 

Sprinter – conflation of Spring and Winter

Admission

 

Disappearing words

blurred in the half-light of a

restaurant; need specs.

 

by Scooj

Distracted

 

Thoughts drift to questions

like how do you know when sour

cream has gone over…

 

by Scooj

Conversation returns

 

Work network is down;

some plunge into panic mode

some take time to talk.

 

by Scooj