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Waiting
I’ll be there this afternoon.
Waiting
I’ll be there soon.
Waiting
I’m on my way…
Waiting
I’ll be there today
Waiting
Or maybe tomorrow
Waiting
If the weather holds.
Waiting
He’s prone to colds.
Waiting
I’m in a rage
Waiting
It’s been an age.
Waiting
Well now he’s late
Waiting
Choose a new date.
Waiting
Watching paint dry
Waiting
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.
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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!
We found this company who cater for parties and events. They catered for my partners birthday a couple of years ago. Came up on Facebook memories. I decided to write this poem x
Found this photo
Two years old
Pimpin pancakes
Hot or cold
Super tasty
Fruit or veg
Making batter
With an edge.
Bananas, apples
Whatever you like
Add some syrup
And a flake.
Nice to eat
Good to taste
Can’t be beat
There’s no waste!
WHAT Time Is The Next Train Due in? The creature barked out the words to a startled passenger. WHAT Time is it due? Its strange tinny voice was demanding.
Er? Have you looked at the time table? The man on the platform asked. He started looking for a way out. The pepper shaker shaped creature was waving what looked like a sink plunger at him with some menace. The other thin arm looked even more worrying.
WHAT TIME IS THE NEXT TRAIN? The voice was getting louder and angrier, the man cowered in a corner behind an advertising hoarding for “cool menthol” cigarettes.
Just then a 2.6.0 standard steam train pulled into the station. Taking a quick decision the man ran across the platform and wrenched open the door to the third class carriage and leapt aboard.
The creature trundled over to a first class carriage. Its tiny eye on a stick looked up and down, it saw the step up to the door. It noticed the door handle. No way to grip it with its too large suction cup. The train started to move, the creature (a Dalek) tried to follow, but the train sped up and left the Dalek floundering in its steamy wake…..
Molecules spin
Atoms twist,
Protons crackle
Neutrons buzz
Electrons fizz
Quarks charm
Muons jitter
Neutrinos just don’t bother…….
I wrote three little plays for the Titchy Theatre yesterday. They were read out at the show. I will post them here one a day.
Monster (tourist to reporter – look south or some such channel)
Reporter : so where did you see it?
Tourist : down by the quay, you know, the harbour?
R: and was it big?
T: well… It was as big as a boat, no… A ship
R: what did it look like?
T: er…. It had glowing all over it
R: what sort of lights?
T: Well… Yellow-ish. Like Glowing yellow eyes, and I think it had huge teeth too!
R: why?
T: it seemed to have a grill or something over its mouth, but you could see light shining through… You know… Glowing like an alien?
R: did it make a noise?
T: yes, a very low humming, and a metallic, clanking noise.
R: so…. how do you feel?
T: very scared. I’ve never seen anything like it before
R: can I ask you where you’re from?
T: oh yes. Stoke-on-Trent
R: so … Have you ever been to the seaside before?
T: oh yeah. You know, magaluf, Malaga, Ibetha.
R: and there was nothing like this there?
T: No… Just always sunny, and at night we went off and partied… The other thing I remember is this long wailing noise! I mean, it was foggy, so I could only sense the looming figure the Monster…. .!!
R: OK. Well…. We checked with the Coast Guard… .
T: Yeah??
R: the wailing noise was from the lighthouse foghorn.
T: Oh
R: And the big, dark, lit-up ship thing.
T: Yes?
R: Was a car ferry…….
Christine Mallaband-Brown
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