Inspired by a post by little fears.
Ugh, jelly flavoured fish….. So strange Fran thought. She’d seen a sign jellyfish for sale, and was mentally trying to work out what it meant. What flavour would they be? Lemon, ginger, cherry?
She walked across the road from the tropical fish shop. There was another store there. Jelly babies were on display by the counter. Why all this jelly? What was happening…..who turned babies into jelly anyway?
Two doors down from the sweet shop was a grocery store. She walked round it only to find sugar free jelly, jelly rolls and jellied eels.
It’s a wobbly wobbly world she thought.
I’ll be there this afternoon.
I’ll be there soon.
I’m on my way…
I’ll be there today
Or maybe tomorrow
If the weather holds.
He’s prone to colds.
I’m in a rage
It’s been an age.
Well now he’s late
Choose a new date.
Watching paint dry
I might just die!
Digital, digita, digit, digit, digit, dig, dug
What fun I had drawing these. From faces to flowers, plates and jugs. Lace and mandelbrot, eyes, patterns and rocks. I like trying to draw anything.
The jug is a drawing of a Clarice Cliff designed pot by the way.
All drawn at the now defunct Sketchfu website.
One of our cat visitors, up the cherry tree. The pigeon flew away.
Cat up a tree
What can you see?
That makes you climb
This tree of mine!
How odd, she thought. The sky was just red in one patch. The rest was grey. And the red was in the wrong place. Not easterly where the sun rises but north easterly.
She went downstairs to make a coffee. The red glow had increased in the few seconds that it had taken to get to the kitchen. She looked out over the garden The leaves on the trees were tinged with red.
What was going on? She turned on the radio. It crackled to life but the reception was really bad. She heard the announcers voice through the hiss.
“The star we.. Nova…. It is about …. Milli… Miles away……….. No threat to life but…. .May see two shado…… The eff… Ct on Radio and TV… Ignals is ex… Ted to worsen…… Gamma Ray’s hav… Ready hit.
Small loss of…………. Expected. Stay . Uned.
She switched off the radio. We’ve been star struck she thought irreverently.
I took these photos within minutes of each other. This is my painting chair where I prop up my canvases while painting at home. I’m between paintings at the moment so the cats often sit on it. The house is full of “stuff” that Mey or may not be used as subject matter. Hence this poem!
Cats and clutter, clutter and cats.
Do the two go together
Like mittens and bats?
Like bread and butter
Like lamb and spring
Grapes and wine
Cheese and bread?
We all live differently
Each to his own
Cats and clutter are in my home!
You like our garden, stray cat,
You like my kitty cats food.
You like sitting on my
Soon to be erected shed!
You drink out of the pond,
Walk on wet concrete
And leave your 🐾 paw prints
Eat from picnic sandwiches
Sit on the benches
And deck chairs
Climb the trees
Chase the birds
Act like you own the place?
But then go home!