Cat, stares
Cat, stairs.
Black and white kittens
With white mittens,
Golden eyes
Glint in the light.
Bouncing about,
Jumping with energy,
Playing tail chase,
Pouncing on legs.
Cats on stares
Cat stares
Golden eyed
Then yawn.
New paintings and regular art updates.

I came across this photo from about 5 years ago….
When attending a moustache workshop
Be careful where you put the glue
You might end up looking like Rembrant
Laughing like a cavalier.
You might end up with curling eyebrows,
Or with a twisting beard.
Just don’t go mad with super glue
Or you might have it for Years!

Let your face shine in the sun,
Turning to catch all the rays,
Like a radio telescope tracking the stars.
Your flower, crackling with energy.
How beautiful and regal you are.
Brimming with sunlight,
Gleaming with golden hues.
Sunflower, King of flowers.
Gem of plants,
Strong, bold, liquid gold.

Hats,
You could wear a top hat
A bowler,
A floppy fedora,
A fez,
A straw hat.
All fit on your head
Or blow off in the wind,
Berets and boaters
Peaked and flat
Hats are head cosies,
Ear protectors
Sun shades
Hats are
Mad

Waiting for the night to turn to light,
For my breath to calm,
For the rushing noise in my ear to stop.
Anything to keep me from harm.
Let me sleep through nights eternal flight,
Let me sleep and miss the noisy road.
My lids are heavy, I start to nod
Leave earth in dreamland
But then I thud
Back into reality
Wide awake
Pull into alarmed wariness
By a noise in my head.

Pallette
Such a nice word,
a resplendent word,
for a plastic take away tub.
But recycled, which is good,
ideal for acrylics.
Mixing paints in it,
nothing slides off,
perfect for cleaning,
then wipe with a cloth.
Better than using an old China plate.

Bright purple, showy, flared.
Full of energy,
Life, fun.
Zing-ING, splashed, clamouring
For attention.

Add purple and it blasts through,
Flights of fancy
High pitched song,
Not calm pink
Or barmy blue
Gaudy yellow
Green screen
Orange spice
Ruddy red.
But purple, violet, lavender, plum, grape
Mix blue, red and white
Purple delight
I saw these clouds tonight. I think they are cirrus. One looked like a flying seagull? I think they were airplane con trails getting blown about on the wind.
Blue sky and wispy clouds
Flying high up above
Seagull flying
Wings outspread
Or an angel overhead.
Swooping down
And touching ground
Ultra marine blue
Beautiful hue.
Brightest clouds above
Expanding, flowing, love.

Sitting, tapping, scrolling, hunched.
Over my phone I am watching,
Tapping, scrolling, reading.
I’m ill so I can’t go out today.
But I think of all those that look down
Not up, shoulders hunched.
Eyes glazed, frowning.
Squinting as the sun shines
On their friend
The Screen.

Sharp spring cold
Throat burning
Nose running
Fed up of it
Tired of it
I hate this
I want to paint
Instead I sleep