Oh what fun to scribble
Into art to dabble
Seeking nothing
Finding fun
Doodled
Lines
Done!
Face scribble
Tag: Poem
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!)
Playing
Chasing, running
Playing, jumping
Pouncing, leaping
Happy, racing
Running fast
Speedy paws
Get that toy!
Pounce on the mouse!
So much catnip!
Cheeky face!
Memory of winter
The snow has gone for now
Warm winds blow from the south
Clear frosty mornings
Left behind
Rain and showers
Water the blossom and flowers
Cold chill twigs
Now wet with buds.
Birds collect bugs
and think of lining their nests
With moss and fluffy stuff
Warm and snuggled
For eggs and chicks
Farewell Winter.
See you later in the year
As the seasons turn.
Winters going
Winter flees as sun rises higher
Dawn comes sooner
Sunset later
The Earth tips North
sees more of the Sun.
Ground warms
Rain falls, buds swell.
Soon the world will be green
Again.
But in the South?
Autumn makes gains.
April showers
It’s raining folks!
Heavy rain that splashes
Wet rain that soaks
Cloudbursting showers
That fall with a splat!
Water from heaven
Falls on the ground
Seeps down below it
By tree roots, found.
Spring needs it’s water
For flowers to grow
But why must it fall in lumps?
I really don’t know!
Golden eyes
Never seen his eye colour before
Golden and Rich
Like butter or strong mustard.
His eyes glint and gleam
Slitted irises watch carefully
I could dip a bread soldier
In the yolk of his eyes.
Golden orbs full of mischief
Glamour and magic.
Turn them on me
I am under his spell…
Cry for them
Cry for them
Cry for the mothers
The grand parents
Children and babies
Cry for them
Cry for the men
Bombed and shelled
Shot
Cry for the lost lives
The hope destroyed.
Cry for the humans
And animals
All of them lost.
Sheltered in basements
In cellars and underpasses
Cry for all victims
Across the world.
Ukraine, Syria, Yemen
So many more wars
When do the tears stop?
Mallaband-Brown 