A drawing turned into a pattern
Played with it
Distorted it..
It could be cotton,
Or printed silk.
Tag: Poem
Sprigs of spring?
In months my garden
will be aflower,
floral fancies,
blooming anew.
But sadly now
the sight is of grey hue.
Cold sprigs of twigs
leaden coloured,
deadened stems.
Give them some sun,
some warmth
some food?
Then they will improve their mood.
I wait and cry
with many a sigh,
Looking around
For colour on the ground.
Daffodils and Tulips
Crocus and Snowdrops.
Then Bluebells and Violets,
will stir the air,
colours will flare!
Brighten the world,
set bees abuzz,
and waken my love,
of nature.
Sunlight finds a way
The sunlight sneaks in
Through the cracks in the door
Through the chinks in the fence
Under the trees
Through the blinds
Past the steel reinforced concrete
Over the brick wall
Tumbling down the chimney
Through the grid over the window
When it’s sunny
Sunlight finds a way.
Tiny paintings
This is a couple of years old and about two inches by one inch. I’m thinking of doing a few more of these for a craft fair, and to cheer myself up! I have a small commission to do and I can’t drag myself out of my current low mood. In any case I’m OK really, just need to get myself sorted out. Painting helps me feel better, calmer, or excited and happy.
Paint ain’t a bad thing
gets your mind working.
Paint is a pleasure
and a little bit frightening.
Creating your ideas,
putting them down
on paper and canvas.
Drawing out my mind
with colour and texture.
Life can suck,
but paint can pull you back,
giving a solution and reason to be.
Play your beautiful tune.
Notes bright and fast,
now slow and low,
up and down and round.
Vibrating strings,
music arching about.
Liquid notes,
that hold the mind
In thrall of sorrow or beauty.
Such wonderful feelings
stirred by movement,
bow drawn over strings.
Takes mind in hand
a merry dance
all through the land,
We jump and prance,
gives joy to all around!
Black cat
Black cat,
Gleaming eyes,
Soft, sleek fur,
Happy purr.
Golden irises,
White whiskers,
Ears switched on,
To every sound?
Staring out,
To catch sight
Of birds flying,
Mice walking
Past the window,
Cat inside,
Bird and mice outside.
Happy me x
Wishes
Oh wish tree, oh wish tree.
What can you do for me?
Can you turn the world around?
Can you make my life more sound?
Wish tree, wish tree
Make the world more clean and free,
Give the poorest food to eat,
Take away all cruelty.
Cool the worlds excessive heat.
Make compassion mandatory.
Ask the rich to balance out
The split between them and the poor
Make them pay a small amount,
Wish tree let them pay some more,
To make reducing poverty count.
That is all I really want.
Wish tree let my wishes free,
Give a chance for you and me.
Fairies flitting
Leap up and fly
In the sky
Searching round
About the grounds
Of ancient house
Or garden, green
Faries fly.
They’re rarely seen…
They find the flowers,
Chase the wasps
Feed the bees
Have fairie tasks
Grooming beetles
Catching frogs
To ride around
The lake and ponds.
Never seen by mortal men.
They live in a fairie glen.
Enough of whimsy
My tale is done
The story, flimsy
But lots of fun.
(sculpture of a Fairy at Trentham Gardens, Stoke-on-Trent)
Tick tock
Tick tock,
I like a clock,
that tells the time,
and rings a chime.
A clicking tick
a sticking tock
the fingers dance
around the face.
An hour is all
It takes to go
from One to Two,
and so, and so.
Till round the face
the fingers tick,
and Midnight passes
into new day.
Cat videos
I keep watching cat videos and gifs
They cheer me up
And lift my gloom
Watching kitty’s
Chase round a room.
Jumping high
And leaping up,
Dogs get chased
And cats erupt
From stairways
Hallways
Up curtains
And onto of doors.
Cats abound
With barely a sound
Make me smile
And
Forget a while.
Mallaband-Brown 