I am sitting in the front room
Joni Mitchell through the speakers
And she sounds so sweet and gentle
That my heart goes out to her.
But the kids out on the hot road
Are all riding on their skateboards
With loud and rowdy voices
That bruise the peaceful air.
But I’m sitting in the front room
Joni Mitchell through the speakers
Sweetly singing me a shelter
From the harshness of the world.
Like the thylacine
Will not walk for a photo
Such is my grandson
I played Parsifal
in its entirety yesterday morning.
A Wagner morning – Now, that is hard work.
In the afternoon in my humble studio
I chilled to Grateful Dead.
I dedicate this
Little bright psychedelic abstract
To the late great Jerry Garcia
… I call it “Ripple”.
Thin layers of transparent acrylic paint on Yupo Paper allow the white to shine through, giving a kind of special, almost illuminated effect.
“Ripple” – acrylic on Yupo 10x15cm
Striving for freedom –
Blousy and bursting and bold –
Our pink roses.
In the dead of night
A single car on the road
Sounds like a parade.
Netflix won’t let me in
Corona Virus pads the streets
No mass gatherings in this room tonight
Neighbours plan their shopping raids
Pupils pray for school closure
Teachers hope the same
I guess I’ll go to sleep.
Words and watercolours from my wee studio this week.
song lines, walking tracks
where we’ve been or yet to go
we find those place marks
I waited for dawn
Here it is all fresh and new
Monday pink and grey.
Once I studied Science …
Once I studied Theology …
A bit of nursing, literature, philosophy …
Now I just study you …
Yes we are an item
Eccles Cakes and me
We meet up at the bakery
And she pops around for tea.
I’ve seen lots of firm round buns
And I’ve looked at many a tart,
But none of them will do for me,
Because Eccles has my heart.
We meet down at the bakery
And I take her home for tea.
We’re certainly an item,
Sweet Eccles Cakes and me.
Foxings 