
Ink runs
Ink penetrates
It seeps
Through pages
Leaves marks
Makes islands
On the page…
Trap them
Surround them.
Engulf them
Isolate them.
Add contours
Describing their existence.
Then I’m happy.
New paintings and regular art updates.

Ink runs
Ink penetrates
It seeps
Through pages
Leaves marks
Makes islands
On the page…
Trap them
Surround them.
Engulf them
Isolate them.
Add contours
Describing their existence.
Then I’m happy.

Is full of confusion
Pattern flies round my head
Variations come and go…
Hard and soft, colours glow
Light and shade
What I’ve made
Begins to flow
To and fro
I see my thoughts
As ones and noughts
Digitally built messages
From analogue sketches

I try and write a limerick for Esther Chiltons blog on a Monday. Someone puts a prompt word up and people respond.
I usually forget to copy my limerick for myself but I did today. Its a bit clumsy, the lines are quite long, but it does have the structure of a limerick. That is the first two lines have the last word rhyming, the next two lines rhyme with each other and then the final fifth line rhymes with the first two.
Here it is, the prompt word was ‘lark’ which can appear anywhere in the limerick, not necessarily at the end of a line.
I’m very rarely up with the lark
Early attendance I get a black mark
Just goes to show staying up late
Does not myself an early bird make
I get up so late, its already gone dark!

Golden eyes through the catflap.
Staring through a cat window
Looking for warmth
On a cold bright day.
Staying outside
Because another cat
Is staring out
Looking at the sunshine!

November birthday bash
Thai at Sawadee
Seafood platter
Noodles and rice
Beansprouts aplenty
Delicious and nice.
Too many gin and tonics
Made me giddy
Now replete and happy
Homeward bound and tipsy

So sweet. Relaxed
This cats curves
Are sinuous
Soft and smooth
Warm and curled
snuggled
Happy, cuddled.

Growling like a wolf
This leaf fell
Onto hard paving
Slabs of grey
Worn and cracked
Struggling to rise again
In a swirling breeze
Like an ice skater
Or a ballet dancer,
Pirouetting
In tight circles
Plummeting suddenly
Down and dead.

Far away – spy
Daylight moon fly
Pale blue and white
Clouds billow out
Craters are hidden
Mares unbidden
Lie in bright sunlight
Lost in the day, bright
Sea of tranquility
We had ability
Moonlanding site
A spectacular flight.
Apollo was lord
Of our neighbouring world.

I usually write a limerick for Esther Chilton Blog on a Monday. Last night I suddenly had a pain in my back. Why? I do not know but I don’t want it!
I wrote this in response to the word HOPE which is what the days prompt was.
I hope my back will be alright
It started hurting in the night
I took a pill
And hope it will
Be better by the morning light!
I hope it feels better soon. Its one thing after another!

The Moon’s out
Quite low
Shining through branches
Broken into bits.
Misty clouds
Wrap it
In darkness
Then it escapes
It’s lighthouse beams
Shining out.
Lunacy of Selene
Glints on teeth
Ready to snap
Jumping up
A wolf abroad
This night…