Well it’s a Swan,
No its a dragon?
Can’t you see its tail.
Welsh dragon?
Maybe…
One front leg raised up,
Waiting to greet its friend
The Unicorn.
Tag: Micro poem
Daylight
Sun rising,
Light streams,
Illumination,
Bright dreams.
Light shining,
Night flees.
Dawn breaks,
Cold breeze.
Cat time
Time to drink?
Drink from a bowl? No,
Drink from a cup? No
Drink from a dish? No
The bath, it has to be the bath.
She sits and waits,
For me to put the plug in
Fill the bath slightly,
So she can drink…
Trying to paint frost
Brick built through glass,
Blue, crisp, cold sky.
Observed through ice,
Layered, feathered,
Hard and delicate.
Like royal icing,
Infinitely spun in shards.
Spiders Web of facets.
Glinting and clinking in the sun.
Breath burns holes in it,
A cold palm melts into a print.
Frosted glass?
Frosting on a cake?
Feathered moonlight,
Frost…
Another sketch
I’m still playing,
Don’t want to bore you,
Having fun,
Sketching and drawing.
Finding my feet
In the world of sketching,
Drawing on memory.
Faces imagined,
Can I stop?
Not yet!
Cat in black and white?
Taken from a photo,
not just black and white.
This cats whiskers
Are long and thin and bright.
Sturdy and determined
Brindled fur and paw.
Eyes glaring strongly,
Nose in the air.
Walking up to greet me,
Nuzzle at my hand,
A cat with a character.
This cats love is grand.
Love
This image is for illustration purposes only and does not represent the people in the poem.
Love held them together, and apart, for twenty years,
First love was theirs, second love someone else’s.
Only third love bought them together again.
Maybe a fourth love will change things?
