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

Thick Cut Marmalade

…out from bed, pull on jeans and a sweater over sleepy skin, slip into clogs, unlock the garage, push up the door, lift out the bike and spin round to the corner shop, buy a big, fat, Saturday newspaper, a fresh loaf, cycle home (steering one-handed), park the bike, pull the garage door shut, lock it, go straight to the kitchen, put the News, Travel, Review, Business, and Magazine to one side of the table, open the back door to let sunlight and fresh air in, fill the kettle, lean over the sink to switch the radio to BBC6 Music, drop the teabag in MY blue & white hooped mug, hack three doorsteps off this crusty loaf, (the oval crispy end and two immense slices), pick at pieces of the egg-glazed, ridged, crust that shower off the knife’s serrated blade, lift the lid from the heavy, hand-made butter dish, peel off curling leaves as big as breaking waves from the milk-yellow block, struggle getting butter off the knife onto the bread, reach for the new marmalade jar from the inside top of the fridge door, twist off the lid, smile at “ppphuttt” of air as the seal breaks first time in my manly grasp, move to the kettle that just clicked, fill the mug, cut into the smooth, untrammelled marmalade skin, dig out pieces of sugared peel and orange jelly, add it to lumps of butter on the wedges of bread, bin the teabag, top off the mug with full fat milk, lob the teaspoon into the sink, pull the kitchen stool underneath by rear with my left foot, perch, unfold the Sports section and take as big a bite of that oven-fresh, warm white bread, butter and marmalade as I can stretch my mouth to take, while I study the football fixtures to see who plays who this afternoon, read the match previews, glance at the clock with half an eye…

Christopher Perry

Saturday 18th April, 2020

n.b. We would have been playing at Southend United today under different circumstances.

n.n.b. www.napowrimo.net Day 18 Prompt: Celebration of life’s small pleasures…breakfast on a match day.

Wow!! Really?

Blamm!! Sun smashes in

Curtains warm, eyes squint, smiles

Windows need cleaning

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n.b. A morning to enjoy the light and warmth of sun on skin. The windows will look fine at bedtime.

n.n.b. How to suck joy from the day…just did my morning push ups and noticed the carpet needs cleaning too.

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CLP 26/02/2020

In Snow

Wind whisked flurries

White blotches spatter bared skin

Bathers sink in mist

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n.b. Lavey Les Bains is always worth a visit in winter. The hot springs are an enlivening experience on a frosty morning, with steam clouds rising into clear blue skies above the looming mountains from the waters.

The experience is even more invigorating during snowfall, as the mix of warm and cold air forms swirling fog that consumes the visitors to the spa, leaving the effect that you have the open air baths to yourself and your companion – it’s magical!

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CLP 05/02/2020