Gaia’s Retribution? poem

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Fluffy whites drift in soft blue calm
Exuberant hues flit, dart, dissolve
Hark-humdrum breeze-borne scratches

Scree-each

Thud-um mote-wrenching avian bolt
Scramble, skitter-stampeding tetrapods flee

Twinkling hubbub of city dwellers
Almost deafening-mezzo-staccato of ‘see-hearing’
Warnings flick past-too fast to catch

Cacophony of cataclysmic crashes
Searing scorching flashes frazzle
Man’s monumental marvels toppling
Towering engineering tributes tumble

Wake of whipped wild waves
Global whirling-denial, anger, sorrow
Useless bastion vestiges wither

Stunned-echoing, silent darkness freezes
Eons answer: indiscriminate hell to heal

Withering Heights

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Imagined bird head doodle

After a couple of appointments we sat sipping Hamiltinis on the balcony. I said, “by the way, I’ve started reading Wuthering Heights by one of the Bronte sisters. It’s on Amazon Prime books, free stuff, classics. I saw the movie decades ago, I love Kate Bush singing, ‘Heathcliff, it’s me a Kathy, come home now, oh oh oh oh ah oh a’”.

I vaguely knew the story as being written in the eighteenth century, people running around on t’ Yorkshire moors.

My husband enquired, “how did she know about the deep south, back then?”

My mind jumped to, being asked a question, need to please; I answered, “astonishing how at a young age, in a remote location, a knowledge of depths of human relationship.”

He persisted, “You know, French and Saunders did a sketch.”

“Ah, you’re thinking about, fiddly de mamie, Gone With the Wind“, I replied.

Much belly laughing followed.

“Well, they were well read”, he responded. “Hm, I agreed”.

Perspective poem

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Perspective
Asteroids stand sentinel
In universal time and space
Transporting
Subliminal Saturnalian aliens
Exuding ecstatic euphoria
Seeking
Selecting hosts
Propagating
Phoenix phantoms-
Forever forgeries

The above emanated from a photograph I took of raindrops on the outside of a restaurant window, last Sunday. After fiddling with filters, asteroids appeared in my minds eye.

I read a couple of times, traces of human DNA have been found in meteorites on Earth.

My husband just told me asteroids have been found to have building blocks of life.

Imagine them helping to create glitchy lifeforms – the poem in a nutshell.

Lost in ……

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Our dog, Stan appears to become obsessed with licking the same spot on his leg, paw, side, unmentionables.

Telling myself I’m relaxing after a workday, I find myself mindlessly scrolling downwards on Insta and FB. At a breakneck velocity.

When I stop myself to doodle instead, creations appear. Some or parts of them may serve as inspiration for future paintings.

Previously, in an attempt to get things right, I sketched and refined in pencil then inked in. This is a valid approach when drawing something specific.

Most of the time I have no idea what to produce. Sketching with ink and trying not to judge the process or outcome frees my mind to wander. It has built my self confidence in using ink.

Morning commute

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Hump-day learning; ear buds produce muffled sound when placed in the wrong ears.

Tapping into female energy:

The Rhythm Divine – Yello and Dame Shirley Bassey
{the serpent uncoils}

A Piece of Sky – Barbra Streisand
“Papa can you hear me, Papa can you see me? ……. watch me fly”
{heart launches, lip-syncing}

Cha-Cha Heels – Eartha Kitt with Bronski Beat
{inner grrrowl}

Let’s Get Loud – Jennifer Lopez
{micro foot tapping, hips swinging, shoulder dip, swing} (barely perceptible to fellow travellers)

Waiting for Tonight – Jennifer Lopez
{swing marching from bus stop to office door}

Murder on the Dance Floor – Sophie Ellis-Baxter
{mirror ball imagined in the lift}

Contemplating life’s rollercoaster-inspiration:

Behold, an undulating ever changing matrix; as individual rollercoaster threads react to life.

Seed pod

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I am always amazed by surprises from the universe. Our focus over Yule was our fifteen year old fur child, Stan. He had surgery on 29 December to remove a kidney, spleen, and two benign tumours.

The other day returning after a gentle walk, we slowly climbed the two steps into the side entrance to the building. There amongst the tree and vegetation detritus lay a seed pod. Its markings reminded me of a street map layout.

The inspiration for this mixed media watercolour.

Beware the Bungles

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Beware, this
Be where the
Bungles goes.
Can’t tell ears from eyes from nose.
Tales of able sable sailors,
Falling fallow in the shallows.
Fables of tallow tufts, midnight gusts,
And Bungles’ gallows.
So hunker in your bunkers b’low,
Beware, this
Be where the
Bungles goes.

Farewell first quarter century

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Final mixed media picture

What a roller coaster ride,
That was twenty twenty-five!
Recently read my water snake
Was stretching, expanding from within.
Facing unknown, challenges, changes.
Inner growth facilitating shedding skin.
Ah-ha!
Building up, rather than breaking down
Preparing to jump aboard,
The galloping fire horse of twenty-six.

Peace filled festive season wishes

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I laughed out loud when I came across this picture on FB. I have included a rough pronounciation in Black Country English.

Recently, we unpacked the soft toys. A dusty, sun-bleached, Pooh, of late 80s vintage emerged.

This year’s Yule tree again includes a bauble depicting a snapshot of Pooh walking their path. I feel a connection with Pooh. They are one of my alter egos.

However, my soulmate in the journey poem below is a Tiger rather than a Tigger or a Piglet.

A shared legato
Almost deafening
Mezzo-staccato of “see-hearing”
Zooming by
Fermata
Reflecting on
The path here

Out of step
Out of time
Even in minority
Faction of a fraction of inversion
Lightness of spirit greyed by inner dark
Misguided
Misunderstood
Yearning to fit in
To be part
Of something

Journey’s search
Whilst learning life
Decades taught
Idealist dreams to be
Reality soured
Came to nought

There is I and those closest to
Wakeup to then and now
You gentle old Airhead fool
For thirty-two years counterpoint
In duet steadied the line
A little out of step a little out of time
A shared legato

World’s a blur of noise
In home’s sotto voce
Dark thins to quiet glimmer
In warmth of being known
In coda we crescendo

Wishing you a peace-filled festive season.