Coming into the bathroom
You always want to know
What I’m doing.
Paws dip into the water
From the tap
A delicate splish splash…
Lick paw and return
To the gentle trickle
Silver sparkle
Nose wet
You saunter off..
Cat on the bath
Tag: Poetry
A sprinkling of snow
A year ago
We had a sprinkling of snow
Like caster sugar
Dusted on cakes
Or a shake of flour
On a rolling pin and board.
Or icing sugar
On tasty mincepies
Just a soupcon or two
Of white, powdery, crystals
Not today
It was just wet
And grey…
Cats
Three cats on the bed
Like a Venn diagram
Each in a space
Far enough away
Not to menace
Or chase.
It’s fine for them
Keeping warm
But what shape
Do I have to make
To sleep in the space
That’s left?
My fridge door
I stick things on
Move them round
Plonk one magnet
Then another
And I get…
Memories and laughs
It’s just another surface
To cover…
By the way
I like black and white!
Paints, brushes, canvas?
What are three objects you couldn’t live without?
I tell a lie,
I could live
But would life be worth it?
Colours swirl and fade,
Brushstrokes create
Patterned surfaces
Canvas grabs paint
Textures grow
Light seems to flow.
No, without my creative things
A life of sadness it brings.
Give me my paints,
I will build mountains
Canvas for landscape
Or face?
Who knows.
Brushes manipulate
Joy it creates.
Memories
I’m finding old portraits
Portals to a previous time
Not photographic images
But paint on canvas
You made me smile
You made me laugh
And cry too
So I hold onto these
Small tokens of love
With all my strength.
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Mahonia
Mahonia with it’s spiky leaf
Tinged with winter frost
Brushed bronzes
Of Autumn colours
In the Spring.
But orange tints
will be replaced
As soon new life
Engulfs the place
Bright greens and pinks
Yellow flowers
Full of dew
Red, orange, blue
Then colours of
a summer hue..
Till autumn and then
winter comes
And the seasons round
Begins again.
Year of the Dragon…?
A collage I’m playing with
Gold foil and acrylic
Fiery and fierce
Flaming colours
Spiral out
Blowing out smoke
Of the dragons snout!
Another cat?
My boy cats twin
Came in tonight
Peering round the door
He’s got the same splodge
On his nose
Or just a little more?
T’other cat assumed the pose
Of cat ready to pounce
Then off he shot
And saw it off
Through the catflap
With a Roar!
Springs coming
Flowers are coming
So is the green
Hoping I’m grinning
When they are seen
Multicoloured blooms
Loom out of the gloom!
Daisies and daffodils
And snowdrops too
Reflecting a sky
Of brilliant blue!
Mallaband-Brown 