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.
Tag: Poetry
Purple
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
Cirrus clouds
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.
Hunched over my phone
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.
Tired of being ill
Sharp spring cold
Throat burning
Nose running
Fed up of it
Tired of it
I hate this
I want to paint
Instead I sleep
Little green caterpillar 🐛
Spot the caterpillar
hanging on the tree
Munching through the greenery
Salad veg for free.
When it’s had its fill of leaves
It will moult and grow
Turning to a chrysalis
As days come and go.
Soon it will be changing
Into something new,
A very tiny changling
Butterfly, bright blue!
Petals
Just a simple ArtRage oils app drawing…..
I’m mesmerised by colours,
by petals shimmering in the breeze.
Water goes deep in the earth
and shapes the roots
raises a stem,
Leaves unfurl
and a flower opens
petals pink and bright.
Birds and bees sip the nectar,
pollen mixes and seeds set.
Now the flower fades
But next year
another flower will bloom.
Snoozing
Snoozing
On the arm
Of an armchair
Getting his zzzzzeds
Purring and dreaming
Sleeping and relaxing again,
Cat with nine lives has nine sleeps
Each day he rests his head down
Takes his time to get to sleep
Happy and comfortable
Imagining cat toys
And cat food
When he
Wakes.
Bat’s round the back…
A lovely clear night,
Moonlight and dusk
My husband shouts bat!
I look out and see..
Nothing….
Clear sky..
White moon,
Silhouetted trees.
He shouts
It’s darting and flitting.
I look again
Nothing.. No bat!
So I drew one!
Working on something else
Don’t ask what I am?
I’m not what you think
I was to be
The Tiger that hid.
Now I’m out in the open
Between land and sky
I could be a tiger
Flying up high.
I could be a kite
Streamers in the wind
Kicking back and forwards
Strings all spinned.
I am a little painting
Of a tiny tiger face
Or a cat with whiskers flaring
Out into space.
