
Snoring, sleeping
Dreaming of leaping
Warm and snuggled
After being cuddled
Breath slowing down
After a night on the town.
Raining outside
Came in to hide
Away from the storm
With a lick and a yawn!
New paintings and regular art updates.

Snoring, sleeping
Dreaming of leaping
Warm and snuggled
After being cuddled
Breath slowing down
After a night on the town.
Raining outside
Came in to hide
Away from the storm
With a lick and a yawn!

You show your belly
Cheer me up
Dare I tickle
Your white chest.
Paws have claws
Eyes are half closed
I don’t trust you!
But your belly
Tempts!

Climb a tree
Go up high
Up the branches
To the sky
Rough, hard bark
Hard to climb
In the dark
And down again.
Eighty foot
Old and strong
Limbs of great girth
Twisted and long.
Memory showed
Trees far up there
If I climbed up?
I’d get a scare!

Sleeping
Snoozing
Sharing
Sweet.
Staring
Settled
Snug
Soft.
Sheltered
Subtle
Saturday
Sheets

Down
Downwards
Through the air
Lower and lower
Faster
Slipping through the atmosphere
Tumbling
Speed
Rushing…
Falling
Parachute!

Snapped and broken
Lying crushed
Your red heart
Exposed
Squashed,
Cut off in your prime.
Your parents will recover
But you,
Young flower
Petals besmirched,
You have sacrificed
Yourself to the storm

Darn! I decided to clean up my photos, and suddenly they are all mixed up! Photos from 2018 ahead of 2021!
I’ve got photos I need, I will have to edit them to push some of them forward I hope?
They are still there though.. But how irritating!
Out of order,
Out of time
Memories?
I forget where.
Three tears
For three years
Confused art
Where to start!
A little doodle
Irritating
Gallery

So sad to see the decay
Weeds and rubble on display
Once hard working
Now rats lurking
Crumbling brickwork
At the old works
Let it survive
Keep pottery alive
This is our history
Part of life’s mystery

Asleep
Paws out
Claws at the ready
Ready to pounce
If I even dare
To touch
The
Remote
Control!

Too many flowers
Growing out and round
Hanging baskets
Decked out and grand.
Pots filled with lots
Of colours and shapes
Joy to my heart
These flower baskets make.
A real riot of colour
Blooming in my heart
And the heart
Of the city.