At the Market at Ballybricken Green in Waterford, 1910

Image courtesy of Sepia Saturday

At the Market at Ballybricken Green in Waterford, 1910

The tea and coffee van is there.

A day at market.  Cattle roam.

There’s lots of people everywhere.

The tea and coffee van is there.

They’re serving cuppas in the square.

I like my tea with milky foam.

The tea and coffee van is there.

A day at market.  Cattle roam.

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Notes:  The poem's form is Triolet.  The photograph seen above is the prompt this week from Sepia Saturday.  They provide some really amazing antique and vintage photos for their prompts.

On the land or in the sky...

...lots of things happen.  Don't ask me why.

Instead, just suggest I write a poem about 'em - and I'm good to go.

Anyway...it's Monday, and that means I've written a poem inspired by one of the lovely illustrations one can find over at Monday's Child.  Although this morning's offering by Kate Greenaway concerns the Pied Piper, I interpreted it in another direction. (Figures, right?)  The form is a Wordsworth Sestet. 

Additionally, it is Day 7 of the Haiku-a-Thon, so SiS/Few Miles suggested haiku-ers write about 'anger,' which I have indeed done.  Sort of.

Market Day

On market day, we visit all the carts

of all the vendors in the market place.

I want an apple; Mum, a piece of lace

and my sisters both want some licorice…

or maybe lemon drops…or candy hearts.

Papa haggles and we each get our wish.

Image courtesy Charles Wood

‘anger Management

‘e was a pilot;

‘is plane stayed in the ‘anger

when ‘e did not fly.

(Note - in case you might be wondering, I do know that the place one garages a plane is actually spelled 'hangar.'  Artistic license and all that jazz...)