A pale sunlight
only partly had dressed the windowpane.
The lemons in the kitchen
looked like limes.
The metal pots and pans
did not gleam
but were pastel-washed
with a dewy lip-gloss.
The kettle was ready,
it strained its spout
as if impatient to turn the air
into warm Irish mist.
Father entered
in his baggy white underpants,
he always shaved in the kitchen.
His open razor scraped slowly
at his blue chin
like an old push-along grasscutter.
Mother flushed the toilet
that I and father had forgot to do.
School was 3 miles away,
and I had to change
the paintbox of my ordinary life
in order to shine amongst friends.
Categories:
paintbox, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Midnight - as I look up into the clear black sky scattered with millions of sparkling stars:
I see you dancing, twirling and pirouetting with beautiful angels
I see the sparkling blue, pink and purple sequins of your dress
I see the dusting of gold glitter on angel wings gently shimmering
I see the bright blue of your twinkling eyes and your blonde haloed hair
I see you throwing bright white stars shooting across the black sky
I see you wandering the Milky Way as if through fields of golden corn
I see your joyful laughter creating perfect paintbox rainbows
I see you resting, curled up in the waxing crescent of the moon
I see your glassy teardrops falling as clear cut diamonds
I see you energetically playing hop scotch on Cassiopeia
I see you lounging on soft white fluffy cumulus clouds
I see you in another world, another existence
I see you happy and carefree
I see you every night
13th February 2019
Categories:
paintbox, angel, beautiful, color, heaven,
Form: Free verse
Mummy, come in from the garden!
Mummy, come see what I've done!
I got out my paintbox and did you some pictures,
oh, Mummy, I've had so much fun!
There's a Lion, a Tiger and Cheetah
I've drawn all up the kitchen wall,
and the Penguin and Polar Bear on the fridge door
look like they are having a ball!
Ooh, look, a big snake, it's all slimy and green
that I've done across the kitchen floor
and I really am certain the mice on the curtains
you'll love, do you want to see more?
Oh, Mummy, your hands are both shaking,
your face has gone terribly white,
there's a tear in your eye and you've let out a sigh,
oh dear, Mum- are you feeling alright?
For contest 'Childlike fun and enthusiasm', sponsor Caren Krutzinger
27th June 2018
Categories:
paintbox, child,
Form: Rhyme
My Choice
If I could be a colour
And the choice was up to me
I might choose blue like summer
skies, or deep deep green of sea
I may consider yellow
Like a golden summer sun
Or orange at its setting
When the long hot day is done
Perhaps I’d match a full blown rose
In her gown of scarlet red
Or blend in with the violets
Asleep in the garden bed
The colours in my paintbox
After rain, they make a bow
And now, the last but not the
least, my choice, ‘soft Indigo.’
for Linda Marie's colour contest
Categories:
paintbox, imagination
Form: Rhyme