Sequins, shiny and bright
Sparkle and twinkle
In the light
Plastic circles
Dragon scales?
Are they magic
No, just pale
Imitations of fish skin
Gleaming and glittering in
The bright
Light
Tonight.
Sequins
Tag: Poetry
Latte
Milky latte
Soft coffee
Warm and creamy
A beverage, dreamy
Drink to warm
In cold weather
Makes a delicious
Thirst quencher.
Why write about it?
A conversation starter
Over coffee
Adds to frendship
When we meet.
Helps us greet.
Nursery Rhymes
I think seeing the white rabbit picture this week pushed some memories forward from the back of my mind…
Some of them I haven’t recalled since my childhood, and I don’t know if anyone else remembers them. I can remember two fully…
Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a pail of water,
Jack fell down and broke his crown, and Jill came tumbling after.
Up Jack got, and home did trot, as fast as he could caper.
He went to bed, to mend his head with vinegar and brown paper!
And…
See-saw Marjorie Daw
Jenny will have a new master
She shall earn but a penny a day
Because she can’t work any faster!
These are memories from the 1960’s. Boy I feel old. I wish I could fully remember Oranges and Lemons, said the bells of St Clements. Or George Porgie, pudding and pie…
It’s funny what you have contained in that greyish pink blancmange called your brain. It can hold information that has slurped about inside it for decades. Like I think I know the triumvirate in the Russian revolution was Kaminev, Zinoviev and Trotsky (I learnt it for history and it stuck).
Memory is strange and sometimes randow. But as they say, we are our memories, and our experiences teach us how to manage life.
Look out
Look out
See what’s about
Use your eyes
Don’t be surprised
Glasses are good
For seeing the mood
Of someone’s face
At more than a pace!
Sight is the winner
Lighter, and dimmer
Through fire and snow
You can see the glow
With my little eye
Just what do I spy?!
A very silly verse
Which could have been worse!
Abstract flower
Flowers made of light
Colours big and bright
Abstract patterns
Lines shape matters
A rose and stem?
Do you see them?
Pen and ink
That’s how I think!
Outlines and contours
Artistic encounters!
Dry eye
Dry as dust
No tears fall
The end of fuss
Cracked and dull
Sadness ends
Emotions pall
Memories shrink
Till nothing at all
Moistens my eyes
My eyelids won’t fall.
Lights
Fun with lamps.
Duplicated and turned
Hanging from the ceiling
Shining a light
On the crowded lounge
They move in the breeze
Floating in circles
Describing orbits
Random and round
Looking like a drum kit
Hanging up high.
Feathery frost
Feathers in frost,
How crystals grow
Waving and curling
See the cold flow
Other designs
Jack Frost can draw
Painting his marks
They are sublime.
Posing
Sitting on the chair
He doesn’t have a care…
The cat stares
Not on the stairs
His little paws
And gentle claws.
Perched on the edge
He finds a ledge
To sit on
If he can fit on…
Posing
As he’s reposing.
Cat
Not fat
Sat!
Poised
Clouds
I do like a nice cloud
Fluffy and full
Ready to rain
Ponds to fill still,
I like that cumulus
Or maybe a cirrus
Lenticular clouds
Spectacular layers.
Light shines through them
Illuminates your dreams
That silver lining
Will cheer you still.
Mallaband-Brown 