New paintings and regular art updates.
Somewhere to sit
Somewhere to think
Look at the view
(a car park?)
Time to rest with your shopping
Before you go to the car!
Not one for a memorial…
Here sat Hilda
Her shopping bag
Was too heavy
And her chicken defrosted
Before she got it home….
He likes his green toy mouse
Kick, bite, grapple
He tired himself out.
Dozing now
Whiskers twitch
Small snores
Mouse within reach
Try and take it
He will stir
And pounce
Play again…
Out in the sunshine
Watching the cedars
Blown in the wind
A sudden squall
And they are dripping
Cold droplets down my neck!
Old trees
Friends with fronds!
When was this padlock opened?
What was stored inside?
So many questions to answer
What thing is hiding? Decide..
Is it a treasure or mystery
Monster or chemical formula?
It could be any or all of them
Unlock and find what you see!
So they keep their claws out.
Covered over, not so smart
But safe at least, from little paws
I want to save my chair from holes
Cats are cheeky, need a scratching pole!
Black and white
Neat and tidy
Often aloof
But sitting beside me.
Paws lined up
Waiting to dine
Everything about him
Is oh so fine.
He’s only a moggy
A white and black cat
He can be soppy
And he’s getting quite fat!
Late greeting to 2024’s calendar
You arrived at the start
Of January (not a wonder)
And ended 2023 at last
A year I don’t want to remember
Not a good year for me.
May this year be better and hopeful
A leap year, an extra day
February 29 a blessing
Where happiness might just stay.
Apart from that added adventure
The rest may be simply the same
But hopefully pleasant and gentle
I don’t want 2023 again!
The cats slept but I didn’t.
Little snores kept me awake.
I don’t like the dark
Or the cold
Being on my own.
One cat gets under the covers
Claws out, poddling me
It’s sweet but
Then she gets too hot
Leaping out and away.
I tried reading
But I ached,
My mind raced
Too tired to sleep now.
Third night this week….
Sky lightens
Black to blue
To greys
Clouded
My mind spins
Thoughts orbit
Won’t stay still
Words babble
Muddle,
Tired and befuddled
Where is sleep?
I didn’t cry on New Years day.
I didn’t weep at all
I felt sad and tired
But I’d run out of tears today.
Screwed my eyes up…
Nothing came,
No lachrymose rivulets
Running down my cheeks
I drew a doodle
Of a woman crying
That was all I could do.
Mallaband-Brown