
Of me painting.
Stitching an image together
Section by section
Gradually integrating
Joining blocks together
Like a jigsaw puzzle.
Pieces don’t always fit
They have to be adjusted.
The progress of a rake
Is in jeopardy!
New paintings and regular art updates.

Of me painting.
Stitching an image together
Section by section
Gradually integrating
Joining blocks together
Like a jigsaw puzzle.
Pieces don’t always fit
They have to be adjusted.
The progress of a rake
Is in jeopardy!
Every Monday Esther Chilton posts a limerick prompt to use her chosen word of the week. This time it was FELL.
I had a bit of fairytale fun with this. I wrote:
He took his axe into the dell
The great oak tree he would fell..
But faerie folk came
Now he sits in shame
In an underground magical cell!


Afternoon tea
Relaxing after the play
Could hardly move
Sister drove us to it
Garden centre
Beautiful summer flowers.
Yes I was tired
But I was tempted
So after tea?
Bought more flowers.

I once saw a pig so square
And it’s body was very bare
Not a hair on its chin
It was a real sin!
But clearly it didn’t really care!
What are you most worried about for the future?

I’m on the roundabout of life
Four horses gallop
Over the horizon
Middle aged men ride them
Chase my mind sideways
Illness is first
Hunger comes close second
But War will encompass all
Until one by one
A dark shadow stills them.
Money piles up around them
If we could part them from it?
We may have a better life.

A galaxy in your eyes
Or underwater gaze
Blue and sublime
Comforting and caring
The volume of peace
Encompasses the world
Finds tiny thoughts
Trapped in your mind
A nonsense poem
But liberating
How can I answer?

Ripe raspberries taste refreshing
Zingy and zangy
Sweet and summery
Cool and classic
Fresh flavour
Doubly delicious!
Can’t wait for the next lot when these flowers open and are fertilised by the bees. X

I want more colour
I want more scent
Flowing green
Petals and sepals
Music in sight
The volume
Set to 11
A rhapsody
Of delight.

Oh well
Not selected
Does not mean bad
Or unsuitable?
People have to fit in
With the style
The colours
The motifs
Of an exhibition.
Anyway
I liked it X

Esther Chiltons weekly prompt of a limerick comes with a word to include. This week’s was to use the word “hack” somewhere in the poem.
This might make sense to American readers :
Don’t hack your Rose garden
Please give it a pardon
Let it thrive
And-Beehive
So plants grow, in your yard Don