Tortie cat
Rainbow kitty
Big eyed
Lovely
You stare back.
Look of love
Remove stress
Now she purrs
To my caress.
Made of rainbows
Daisies
Clouds
So delicate
She’s a great
Cat!
New paintings and regular art updates.
Tortie cat
Rainbow kitty
Big eyed
Lovely
You stare back.
Look of love
Remove stress
Now she purrs
To my caress.
Made of rainbows
Daisies
Clouds
So delicate
She’s a great
Cat!
Eyes
You look all day
Then two arrive at once
Big eyes
Bulging
A bit of mascara
Some eye liner
You see
Me…
Somewhere in 2011 I drew and wrote this. I don’t know if it’s a poem or a lot of B!
It feels like a puzzle, trying to make as many B words as possible.
I also found a sketchbook with drawings from when my friend moved up to Yorkshire. I will post them separately…
Twin view
Red or blue?
Seperate at birth
Live apart
On two minds
Social distance
Don’t hold hands
Magnetic resistance.
Add your bar code
To your genetic load.
Fraternal not identical
Sisters, lost in time.
Ball flying through air
Back of the net!
No, handball.
Or offside
Screams and chants
For the champs
But giant beaters
Beat giants.
It’s the magic of football
Soccer matches
FA Cup…
But I don’t watch it!
Small neat leaves
Spores underneath
Found on a wall
Old stone
Leaves like scales
On an aligators belly
Strong and tough
You survive
Winter
Ginger moggy
Like lemon marmalade
Hasty and zingy
Wide eyed and happy.
Bouncing like rubber
Heels kicking
Flying free
Ginger moggy
I wish I were thee…
Seen on my walk
Two melting snow people
Holding hands
Waiting to collapse
To pass from this world
As a puddle
On a concrete drive.
Who will mourn them
Gone and forgotten.
Meltwater in an urban street.
I remember
When you were an egg
I sat on you for weeks.
Then a fluffy brown chick emerged.
You were a handful,
with your siblings.
Sampling duck weed,
Chasing stickleback,
Bobbing up and down
While pike examined
your feet.
You could have been snapped up
By a fox or a stray dog.
But you grew
And grew
Fed by people
as well as your parents.
Your down is disappearing,
Soon you will be serene
White feathers sailing
Over the lake…..
It came again…
Startled the cat
Turned it yellow with fright.
Another beast from the East?
That’s what they are saying.
Cold comfort
In a cold world