Eye don’t know
Is it me?
Colours coruscate
Light flickers
Only one eye
Staring back at me?
Knowing nothing
Losing thoughts
I don’t know if it’s me.
Maybe?
Is that me?
Tag: Poem
My mind
Links, complications, colours
Convoluted beginnings
And endings.
Thinking about life
Memories bubble out
Like air filtering
Through a spring
Expanding and bursting.
Lights spark on my minds surface
Like old popping flash bulbs
On a box brownie camera
Or captured as polaroids
Held in gel
An album of my thoughts.
Cats don’t care..
Cats don’t care.
Cats are aloof
They don’t need a councillor
They just need love
They can break your heart
But sometimes they might
Just give you a stare
Saying, just don’t go there
I am a cat
This is MY Mat!
A jumped up limerick!
Esther (I’ve forgotten her surname!?) sorry. Challenges each week to take a word and use it in a limerick. This was my effort today. Its something to work at, getting the line lengths right and the rhymes right. The first second and fifth lines are of similar length and should rhyme and the third and fourth lines should be shorter and also rhyme. X
Dancing trees
The wind blows
Catkins shiver
On the boughs
Blackbirds sing
Here is spring?
But we need rain
Not late March winds!
April showers
Would water the flowers
But their roots
Stay dry
Meanwhile
Sun shines.
Wrapped up
Wrapped up in my magic phone I can ignore the world. The problems I have, the worries my friends have.
Wrapped up in my magic phone I can focus on the trivial things, the bits that make me smile.
Wrapped up in my magic phone I can watch daft dogs, silly things. Lost kittens in mittens.
Wrapped up in my magic phone I can forget people. Lose the worries, the wars, the poverty.
Wrapped up in my magic phone I am in cotton wool. Insulated nicely against the world.
I must turn it off and put it down. Lose it or let the battery go flat to be free. Maybe? But just another glance can’t hurt…..
Face scribble
Oh what fun to scribble
Into art to dabble
Seeking nothing
Finding fun
Doodled
Lines
Done!
Breathing fire?
Breath of fire
Or stream of ice?
Steam and fumes
Fierce or nice?
What is a dragon?
A friend or foe
Mythological
How can we know?
Genetic reboot
Turn into something new.
Evil or good?
What could be true?
Dragon scales?
Shiny table top duplicated.
Metal scales?
Shining body
Wingbeat buffeting
Clad in sky
Scales ripple in flight
As the air squeezes
Between them.
trying to write Limericks
Flying up into the sky
She was scared, that’s no lie!
Round cliff edges in flight
And around the lighthouse, bright
They swiftly rose up very high!
My dragon story is coming on. But I’m trying to write 16 limericks to go with it (perhaps more). Each one will relate to a page that has a black and white ongoing illustration of the story. At the moment I’m trying to decide on a good clear font for the writing which will be visible against any illustration. There will also be colour illustrations of the dragons scales. This poem and image are part of the book so I have to say that they are covered by copyright and should not be copied or shared without my permission. Im just giving you an idea of what I have been up to ( bad limericks included!)
Mallaband-Brown 