Scrolling

a poem about it.

I look at my phone
eyes black as pips
spat out, just like unwanted seeds
forcefully, so as not to get stuck in my teeth.

A kitten topples anger
just as easily as the butter of hate
melts in a hot perfect pan.

I'm scorched by the survival of a healthy cat. 
Echoed by a beached whale.
Mouth watered by a battered flower.

The boys are fighting again, sigh. 
Scroll bombs and missiles like catcalls. 
Why don’t they take up a new hobby?

I wept so much I forgot how to grieve.
I'm a useless witness.

Then there is nature, the Statue of Liberty,
a woman reclining in a garden.

I'm reminded of seeds, bullets
loaded and ready in devastated earth.  

This poem is from a new crop of work that has come about through my poem a day group for two months of the year, April and September, we write a poem a day - sometimes its rubbish, sometimes wonderful and always inspirational.

It’s been a while, it’s hard to be bothered to post on here when I have so much real world action going on Including working on my first collection of poetry! I’m very excited about that coming out sometime soon! I have also had a major art fair which is opening up my contacts for new exhibitions, and I am doing an artists residency in less that two weeks - hoping to begin work on a small book complete with illustrations and prints. Through all that we have had our house completely renovated and to say I am in love with my bathroom doesn’t cut the mustard!! I’m besotted swooning, if I am the lady of the lake then it is my excalibur, if I am narcissus then I don’t even spare a glance at my own face, if I am Ophelia I am happy to drown!

(this photo is the light on my bathroom wall on a warm spring day)

Good things are afoot! I wish for good things for you too.

If you want to make my life sing with joy buy me a coffee or drop a few pieces of silver into my tip jar!…..