Now I’ve fallen
you don’t care
I let go and you
didn’t stop me..
Lost my way
Flew away
Into darkness
Falling down
Somehow renewed
Fluttering when you
Lost your grip
Now I’m free
To dance and play
You have no say
Today.
Leave me alone
Tag: freedom
My style?
A torch shines. It’s light illuminates a running figure. A trail of blood shows its steps.
This was a transformation we had to do in our illustration workshop this afternoon.
How to show up the image? I used post-it notes to show the shape of the surface as the figure is running across the floor. If I hadn’t had just 20 minutes I would have added a chequerboard pattern. As it was it was fun to do.
The inevitable
Sigh, it happened. Our intrepid outdoor cat has led my two indoor cats out into the great big green world of our garden. He is a bit of a cat burglar. Strong claws had forced the cat flap mechanism round so that the flap opened both ways. He must have come in for food overnight then forced it to get out. His Foster brother and sister were both ‘not in the house’ when I got up. That deafening silence that indicates ‘absence of cat’.
All I could do was call and whistle. Five minutes later, outdoor cat and Foster sister came in through the open door. Five minutes after that, Foster brother saunter up. You’ve been out I say, who me? He stares in innocence. I open the cat flap for him. No he wants the door opening. Finally they breakfast…. Now they are sitting tapping the cat flap again! Argh… Inevitable!
3am again
There’s a bright star,
high in the sky.
It’s 3am again,
and I’m driven to wake,
to write
Like an owl I stay awake,
listening to cars,
passing.
So few in these days,
often in the past,
there would be footsteps,
or shouting.
Now there is silence,
deep in this city,
only the odd murmur of traffic.
The click and whir of central heating,
the maniacal hum of the fridge,
the oil heater thermostat kicking in.
Freezing night,
3am,
too early for the dawn chorus.
The rest of the city sleeps, perhaps….
Unsettled dreams
Of corn fields,
clay fields,
beaches and trees,
freedom,
escape from imprisonment,
at 3am I shall sleep.
Fly high…
The photo was at Westport lake cafe last week….
Fly high
Be free
Chase stars,
Find the sea.
Love life
Soar away
Chase shadows
Enjoy the day
Spring soon
Will be at hand
Daffodils
Across the land
Give hope
To one and all
Fly free
Natures thrall.
Necklace
I thought I would post an old picture of one of my necklaces from my Facebook memories. I made the glass cabochon at a glass workshop with someone called Angela Ashton. She has moved away and I would like to find somewhere else to do this. The wire weaving is by my friend, I need to chase her to try and get some pieces back off her, but I’ve been preoccupied and keep forgetting to contact her. I don’t think it’s anything to do with my age, but when you are busy with other responsibilities it’s hard to keep on track.
Sometimes I just wish for freedom to be myself, and sometimes I feel I’m using it as an excuse not to do things.
Maybe I can pull things back together soon. I need to escape my cocoon and be a butterfly.
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Good morning world
Welcome to the dawn of a new decade.
Let’s try and be optimistic,
do something to improve the world
instead of destroying it.
Use less plastic stuff,
eat more organic food.
Drink clean water at last,
instead of tainted.
Free workers from slavery,
pay a decent wage.
Let the sky glow at dawn and dusk
not from forest fires.
House the homeless in decent shelters
along with refugees…
Care for one another
and the life of the world.
Reduce energy usage,
and combat Global warming.
Then we might survive,
to the Next Decade.
Fingers crossed.
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What’s a horse?
Spirit, life, speed,
Race, jump, gallop,
Fire, flight, chase….
Beauty, bright, canter,
Clip and clop…
Step and hop,
Rise high, rearing,
Hooves dart fast,
Equine grace, windswept.
Mallaband-Brown 