
Little blue eggs
What will you be?
When your chicks emerge
Blue bird of happiness?
I hope
Or a kingfisher
Neon bright?
Tiny beings of fluff appear
Blind and hungry
Fed by parents
Blue Phoenix grown
From blue shells
Your imagination
Can choose….
New paintings and regular art updates.

Little blue eggs
What will you be?
When your chicks emerge
Blue bird of happiness?
I hope
Or a kingfisher
Neon bright?
Tiny beings of fluff appear
Blind and hungry
Fed by parents
Blue Phoenix grown
From blue shells
Your imagination
Can choose….

Cat in a box
Schrodinger knows
Alive or dead?
It will still have
Eight lives left
Quantumly…

Fronds, split into feathery leaves.
Under the shade of trees
Unfurl in spring
Like curled question marks
Springing out
Bright green
A lovely scene
Covering the ground
In friendly frothy growth

What are you on the roof?
Looking quite aloof!
Are you an alien
Searching for the proof
That human life exists
Among our clouds and mists
What else can you be?
You look odd, you see
Wonder what YOU are?
An an-a-mom-meter!

Heavy clouds, dark grey
Scudding past,
light and dark
Dark and light.
The ivy waves
in rippling winds
A force is behind it.
Pushing the clouds.
Autumn rattles branches
September ends in gales
But no rain, no lightning
Just the windy gloom
Of a September afternoon.

It’s September, obviously time
For Christmas mince pies!
The Winter Solstice
Is three months away!
How many sweet desserts
Will be eaten before the season?
We are in mists and mellow fruitfulness
Autumn just begun, not winter yet…
Not Angels and jingle bells!
Eat by date?
Best before 7th October!
Will be spoiled by Christmas!

Simple swirls and spirals
Helical, spring like,
Layered pattern,
A tornado or galaxy
Hurricane or sink outlet?
Spiralling out of control.
An intricate web has been spun.
Whirlpool spins and tugs
Ties you in knots.

I am a coffee cup
Drawn in photoshop
I was my owners friend
Until I got broke
My owner dropped me
And as I fell
I hit my limb on the floor
I had no handle any more
Our friendship has lasted though
Now I sit proud
I have a Christmas cactus to hold
On my gentle grey inside.

Gold or green
Yellow or Blue
Cats are stars
Love them, do
Iris opens wide
And then
Slits appear
The sun to hide.
Bright and early
Morning light,
Beautiful cats eyes
What a sight!

Canal barges at Etruria
Dappled in the tree shade
Sparkling shimmers on the water
White bridge over canal
Snaking rudder stripes
Chimneys and canal roses.
Heat and sunlight.
Pattern by the towpath
Canalside spectacular view.