
Ignore me
I’m not here
I’m not looking out
Peeping through the plants
A ceramic Puck
Dreaming of Midsummer
Nightingales and poppies
Magnificent oaks
To roam around
And be free…
New paintings and regular art updates.

Ignore me
I’m not here
I’m not looking out
Peeping through the plants
A ceramic Puck
Dreaming of Midsummer
Nightingales and poppies
Magnificent oaks
To roam around
And be free…
I love limericks… I keep writing them!
There was a young whale from Gibraltar
Who married a young dolphins daughter
They went to a church
But started to lurch
And squashed the vicar on the altar!

Very random and silly I know, it’s sometimes hard to find a rhyme.

Doodled flowers,
Set my fingers alight
Twisting, turning
Blossom flying
Memory of spring
Buds and blooms
Stained glass?
Digital art
Glad to draw
Finger sketching

I just completed a fellow bloggers challenge to write a limerick. The word we had to use was Lie. The trick is that you can use the word anywhere in the limerick, you don’t need to use it as a word at the end of a line.
Limericks are five line rhymes, made famous I think by Edward Lear the poet. The format is two longer lines that rhyme at the end… Mine were Joe and Toe today, then two shorter lines. I ended mine with blame and lame. Then a final, fifth line that rhymes with the ends of the first two lines, where I used the word Know.
Sometimes limericks don’t rhyme because the last words look similar but don’t sound similar, you have to know the pronunciation.
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I wish I could stop scrolling
Facebook, insta, twittering
Take my attention
And hold it fast
Glued to a screen
Twist my head
To get away
But I am it’s repast!

Beauty seen on a summers day
Wilted now sun’s gone away.
White and purple
Green and red
Fall is coming
Plants are dead
Shrivelled, withered
In their bed.

Blowing and twisting
Tortured trees
Gales and rainstorms
Leaves flee the canopy
Most powerful weather
Rattles the window panes
Rivers swell
Flooding homes
When will we realise
We are responsible?

Now I make patterns
Sometimes I draw faces
Or paint trees
Or sketch landscapes….
I have painted murals
Scenery for plays
Working on pottery,
Putting on glazes.
Making Art..
I am an Artist.

If I had to choose his name
I would call him Jupiter.
He is twice as big as the others
Strong markings
He thinks everything
Revolves around him.
He has gravity
He causes storms
He has a great spot
On his nose!
He eats passing objects
He comes out at night.
Jupiter it is!

Shells
Mussels
Remind me
Of the beach
The sea
Washed by waves
Crushed underfoot
One day you will be sand.
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