Apricot, Firenze

Warmed by day breaking

In through the shutters

Light fur of the skin

Curve of the fruit

Sweet flesh

Crushed in your hand

Drips, splashes, runs

Onto your belly

Down to your thighs

You smile, close your eyes

Push me lower

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n.b. http://www.napowrimo.net Day 24 prompt: Fruit.

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Christopher Perry

24th April, 2020

On the Weekend (IX)

Wet Sunday Morning

Porridge, tea and toast, Sports Mail

Time for studying

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n.b. I was very lucky as a child to be sent the Sports Mail each week by my grandfather (Grampy). At a young age and living a distance from Fratton Park this regular diet of football news, results and statistics sustained and fuelled my interest in Pompey.

Despite the thin content of the writing these days, I still enjoy spending time skipping through this publication, one of a few specialist, local football newspapers that remain in the country. No longer rushed out on a Saturday evening, but produced for Sunday morning distribution, it remains a rare treat at weekends.

Of course the back page with the match results, names of goal-scorers, ground attendances and league tables consumes most of my attention. I particularly like seeing how many goals were scored in the last minute (90th) of the games.

This week there were ten last minute goals, including two for Aveley that decided the FA Trophy match in their favour against Chelmsford, (attendance 811).

CLP 09/02/2020

January Road Trip (XIX)

‘Vital Spark’ alongside at Inverary

Not many years past

Since traders relied on boats

Jim called them rockhoppers

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n.b. Jimmy Smith, my shipmate during my time working on cross-Channel ferries in 1980, spent some years as a cook on a boat, not unlike the ‘Vital Spark’, travelling from harbour to harbour around the north of Britain.

The cargo changed depending on what needed moving between quays; roads then were more difficult to negotiate, the sea was the main highway.

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CLP 25/01/2020