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Blue knots of electricity,
Shoot across the sky,
Bang and bash the clouds,
Thousands of feet high.
Thunder bursts my ears,
Fights across the sky,
Light a fire in trees,
So that they will die.
Light and air explode,
Giving spark to life,
Never ending power,
Cutting like a knife.
Thunder now and rain.
Blue lightning shines so bright,
Water streaming down,
Electric, awesome, might.
Im not sure about the juxtaposition of these objects, and I’m certainly not sure if this is a poem, but I thought I would try and write something…..
Come drink at the mirror pool, my Triceratops
Dip your horned snout deep into its glassy surface.
Remember Rhinos or Elephants hidden in time drinking here.
Plastic, printed, broken foot….night light shines to light the way.
My Triceratops, a whim when bought, now friend.
Each brick and brack gathered and coveted. No space for you?
But still you stay….
Triceratops, on a tray, on the microwave…
How random is that place, how chaotic….
My Triceratops please stay.
“Get off you pest!” I don’t shout at the cat…
“You’re in the way,” I think but stay silent.
“No paws here!” I meant to say, but no breath escapes…
“Ok, that’s my keyboard,” I mean to yell…
Curled up, cute, cuddly, the cat snores.
“Shift cat, I need to type”, I quietly think.
“Your tail is in my paint! Don’t twitch it…”
“No, its gone all over the paper…Drat, Cat!”
Whiskers twitch, as quietly…
Curled up, cute, kitty, snores….
“No don’t lick that here! ” A feeble squeak emitted.
“Dont wash your paws in the kitchen sink,” I think…
“No furballs allowed,” I try not to choke,
“No cat food on the cupboard,” I cry……
Curled up cute, cat, snores…
All the world to rest in, and you chose this lap?
Go ahead cute cat, curl up kitty, and snore …..
X
Unexpected item in the bagging area.
No there is nothing there.
Please wait for assistance .
Why? There is nothing there!
Please return the item to the basket.
But I have not put anything in the bagging area.
Proof of age required, please wait for assistant.
It’s only a tub of yoghurt!
Have you scanned your loyalty card?
Yes 3 times!
Have you scanned your loyalty card?
Yes 4 times.
Please wait for assistance.
Look if you had a person here I would have paid by now!
Do you require more bags?
No I’ve only bought a tub of yoghurt!
Please weigh the item!
Why! It’s a tub of Greek style yoghurt!
Please wait for a member of staff.
No!
Please insert your payment card.
I’ve just paid cash?
Unexpected item in the bagging area.
It’s my head hitting the bagging area…
Thank you for shopping with us…..
Argh!
There is a whole cluster of poppies in poor soil round the corner from where I live.
These are tall oriental ones. But we also have Welsh poppies which are yellow and orange. We have grown ladybird poppies which are red and black and we once grew a Himalayan poppy, (mecanopsis?) which is bright blue.
So inevitably they get into my photos and paintings…..
Poppy, poppy, I see you flutter, blue sky, red headed beauty
Poppy, poppy, mediaeval sleep enhancer, narcotic, danger.
Poppies, poppy, seeds for flavour, thriving on old building sites.
Poppies, poppies, memories of war, petals fluttering down upon our heads.
Papaver, poppy , horticultural star. Giver of colour and Sun.
A couple of years ago I did a doodle on the computer of me wearing my old red glasses. The idea was to draw it as if I was using a scraper board …. you know scratching through a black surface to reveal a metallic coloured base layer.
The red really stands out on this drawing (which has been duplicated in layout).
I think artists need to experiment, even if its just little ideas that get the cogs going in your brain!
Red glasses hide your eyes behind
Thick glass, makes you think?
Makes your thought opaque, hidden,
Eyes glint under the red frame,
Pale thoughts unbidden.
Will they see the real you,
will they feel your thoughts?
Reveal yourself by showing your eyes..
The pain, the fear, the dark.
Angel is one of my first digital drawings. Drawn with Photoshop with a textured pen brush.
I was trying to draw something in an icon style, but with a modern twist.
Angel
Angel on high looking down, what do you see?
A world, a sky, a planet…a heaven?
Angel sing choral songs up high….
Music of the spheres, music of the sun.
Angel look down on me, give me peace,
Let light in and darkness out.
Angel keep me safe, sure, loved.
Hold the world in your hands,
Keep it safe.
Pounce, purr, play, prowl,
Hide, hunt, hop, howl,
Bright, black, brown, bowl,
Occult, ocular original owl.
Nose, naughty, named Noel,
Sweet, silly, soft soul.
Chilled, cheeky, cat, cruel,
Leap, lithe, light, lol,
Food, fine, feathered, fowl.
Sharp, sleek, strong, seal,
jump, jink, joy, jowl.
Can’t think of any more rhymes for prowl…. I used owl because I was thinking of their exceptional eyesight
X.
I see you walking towards me, that face is angry? Are you annoyed?
Your steps are fast, you are moving rapidly…
Stamping footsteps, arms flinging forward, closer now.
Marching to war? Marching to fight? What have I done?
Are you looking at me? Your gaze is fixed, looking over my shoulder. …
Closer still I can hear your clothes rustling, chafing, exaggerating your steps.
Your breath is panting, I think you are about to speak …
face to face, face passing face, I turn and see the back of your head moving away.
Like ships passing, we have not met, just glanced at and against each other.
I thought I saw you, but it was just seeing through you, like mist, there, and then gone, a wisp of air slowly dissipating. …
Grey Cat, you sit and wait, for Mum or Dad or daughter Dotty.
But none come, they are gone….
Did you leave them, or they you? No one knows,
abandoned or lost, you have no home, but a brick shell, dilapidated, fusty, dirty, roof gone, open to frost.
Grey Cat, you are friendly, dusty, big head, thin….
You are white that is grey, and grey that is dark grey.
Your human Mum and Dad may miss you, but have already grieved, your loss tore apart a family.
Grey Cat, you have a territory, but bulldozers encroach.
Are you a Dad, are your kittens with their Mum. Do they rest their paws on dirt, or on old willow pattern tiles?
Grey Cat, I wish you well, may your days be long and loved.
Fare you well…….
Mallaband-Brown