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Esther Chiltons weekly prompt for a limerick was the word ride. Many different ideas came to mind. Fairground rides, riding in a train. Car rides. Riding a bicycle or motorcycle.
I tried to come up with something a bit unusual..and funny…
I decided to ring “local ride”
And waited by the road side
Till a horse came along
Which was absolutely wrong!
A jockey? I’m not! Better hide!
An orb shone in the sky today.
For once it wasn’t a cold grey day
I think it was a star or nova
As in the blue it seemed to hover.
It couldn’t be real,
It was surreal.
Someone said, now build a boat
The rain will come again…
No doubt!
Soon there will be tulips
Now there are snowdrops,
Daffodils emerge
Life comes back
Despite the winter
Earth renews
The circle of life rotates
Finds new ways to escape
From the grim greys
The dark days
The light plays
And lifts my spirits.
Look into the crystal ball
See what you can see?
Is it a reflection
or is it really me?
Trapped in time and hidden
Never to grow old
A portrait is an instant
In time, no longer told.
Memory of power
Ability to do
But time just gets slower
A reminder of you.
He would sit by my side
Keeping me company
My heart is heavy now…
He’s gone
How do I know he loved me?
His purring voice
His kneading paws
He was my two toned friend
Walking away, a single look back
Goodbye, I’ll see you later…
(for my cat)
A heart in the bottom of my mucky mug.
Like a parchment map of old
Stained shape of hidden treasure
And a bit like Plutos bold
Heart impaled on its frosty ground
Making it’s tiny world go round
Hearts bring me cheer
Makes me remember
He once was here.
So I write a poem to remind me
While on the cooker I’m burning tea!
Atishoo
Tissue time!
I’ve got a runny nose
Soggy and boggy
Dripping like a tap
An open faucet
Breath limited
To one nostril
Ugh
Yuk
Mucus
Snot!
Let me draw again
Give me inspiration
Let me take charge of my dreams
Create new images
Restore my life
Secure my vision.
Help me to be free
And end fear.
Dazzle myself as well as others.
Imagine anew what I drew before
(this digital drawing is eight years old and was drawn in Artrage, I wish I could remember how I did it,)
Strange how things look
When you cook
Sautéed mushrooms
Nicely softened
A touch of brown
Like autumn leaves
The spoon?
A trunk.
And suddenly
A mushroom tree
Beauty?
Cold like a mountain top
The wind flows past the house
And sucks the warmth out
Through it’s drab walls.
I want to be hugged
Back into humanity
Blood running cold
Pulsing again.
I need to shelter
Enveloped in soft blankets
And sleep till spring….
Mallaband-Brown