New paintings and regular art updates.
Green Claude has gone
A Butler of a bike
Shiny chrome
Clip your foot
On its pedals
And fly…
Classic tourer,
Memories of Devon
Yorkshire, Lancashire
Cumbria and environs.
When you stole his bike,
You stole his heart
(for my hubby)
19.10.23
Pain attacks from different directions
Trundles like an army on alternative fronts
I need to relax
Let my body un-tense
Then the pain flows away
Fear and stress exacerbate
Anxiety cramps me up
But starting to understand
I can calm my impulses
Like a frozen bag of peas
Soothes the army of pain
Descalating aches
Deflating anguish.
Ouchies it hurts
I’ve slept badly
Twisted and turned
Sat up with the cat
Sitting on my chest.
Feels like it’s breaking
Splitting in half
At waist height
I don’t feel bright!
Little spidery flowers
Unfold like sea anemonies
Trapping bees in their anthers.
Pollen spreads to flowers,
Ivy will grow black berries
In the winter.
To go with red holly berries.
“The holly and the ivy
When they are both full grown….. “
Crumpets toasted with butter.
Delightful taste
Hot and scrumtious
When I was young
We toasted them
On the gas fire bars!
Used a fork to hold them
That was before we got
A toaster
Tasty
Little blue eggs
What will you be?
When your chicks emerge
Blue bird of happiness?
I hope
Or a kingfisher
Neon bright?
Tiny beings of fluff appear
Blind and hungry
Fed by parents
Blue Phoenix grown
From blue shells
Your imagination
Can choose….
Cat in a box
Schrodinger knows
Alive or dead?
It will still have
Eight lives left
Quantumly…
Fronds, split into feathery leaves.
Under the shade of trees
Unfurl in spring
Like curled question marks
Springing out
Bright green
A lovely scene
Covering the ground
In friendly frothy growth
What are you on the roof?
Looking quite aloof!
Are you an alien
Searching for the proof
That human life exists
Among our clouds and mists
What else can you be?
You look odd, you see
Wonder what YOU are?
An an-a-mom-meter!
Heavy clouds, dark grey
Scudding past,
light and dark
Dark and light.
The ivy waves
in rippling winds
A force is behind it.
Pushing the clouds.
Autumn rattles branches
September ends in gales
But no rain, no lightning
Just the windy gloom
Of a September afternoon.
Mallaband-Brown