Friday, January 16

Five Day Art Challenge....Alan Snape ...potter



Last day of The Five Day Art Challenge for the potter.....
I couldn't let it go by without the penguins marching over the post!!
They have travelled far and near and are still l;eaving the studio on a regular basis!!.....Thankyou Penguins!!


Sunday, January 11

A Poem for Thursday....... Love, words and time.......

Love Words and Time 
 
I sat on the hard hospital chair beside him.
Three times I sat beside him.
For five weeks altogether I sat beside him.
At home, the girl was left to look after her dad.
Barely five years old was the girl in those days,
Those thirty five days in all.
She looked after him and he
Looked after her and
Picked her up from her school
As if all of this was normal.
Each day she waited with him at the bus stop.
The bus that took them to the city hospital.
The famous hospital backed with footballers money
Making it possible to look after the children.
This child came back to me after each op
Grey faced and blue lipped.
I just kept the mummy smile hovering over him
And assured the scrap of a boy
That everything was fine.
He was doing great.
Edward Lear was there too.
Every day he offered up his magic words
Offered the owl ...offered the pussycat.
The green faced Jumblies and their boats.
Pea green and sieved....off they sailed!.
Healing comes with a look and some words.
That must be why it all happened that way "In the Beginning".
Oh yes...and time too,
That heals
...love... words...time.
Give me that and I can cope.
We never talk of those thirty five days.
Why should we? We're lucky..

Like John Lee Hooker...and the blues...
Love ,words and time brought us to the point we are at now.,


 
They went to sea in a Sieve, they did,
  In a Sieve they went to sea:
In spite of all their friends could say,
On a winter's morn, on a stormy day,
  In a Sieve they went to sea!
And when the Sieve turned round and round,
And every one cried, 'You'll all be drowned!'
They called aloud, 'Our Sieve ain't big,
But we don't care a button! we don't care a fig!
  In a Sieve we'll go to sea!'
      Far and few, far and few,
            Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
      Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,
            And they went to sea in a Sieve.

II
They sailed away in a Sieve, they did,
In a Sieve they sailed so fast,
  With only a beautiful pea-green veil
Tied with a riband by way of a sail,
  To a small tobacco-pipe mast;
And every one said, who saw them go,
'O won't they be soon upset, you know!
For the sky is dark, and the voyage is long,
And happen what may, it's extremely wrong
  In a Sieve to sail so fast!'
      Far and few, far and few,
            Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
      Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,
            And they went to sea in a Sieve.

III
The water it soon came in, it did,
  The water it soon came in;
So to keep them dry, they wrapped their feet
In a pinky paper all folded neat,
  And they fastened it down with a pin.
And they passed the night in a crockery-jar,
And each of them said, 'How wise we are!
Though the sky be dark, and the voyage be long,
Yet we never can think we were rash or wrong,
  While round in our Sieve we spin!'
      Far and few, far and few,
            Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
      Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,
            And they went to sea in a Sieve.

IV
And all night long they sailed away;
  And when the sun went down,
They whistled and warbled a moony song
To the echoing sound of a coppery gong,
  In the shade of the mountains brown.
'O Timballo! How happy we are,
When we live in a Sieve and a crockery-jar,
And all night long in the moonlight pale,
We sail away with a pea-green sail,
  In the shade of the mountains brown!'
      Far and few, far and few,
            Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
      Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,
            And they went to sea in a Sieve.

V
They sailed to the Western Sea, they did,
  To a land all covered with trees,
And they bought an Owl, and a useful Cart,
And a pound of Rice, and a Cranberry Tart,
  And a hive of silvery Bees.
And they bought a Pig, and some green Jack-daws,
And a lovely Monkey with lollipop paws,
And forty bottles of Ring-Bo-Ree,
  And no end of Stilton Cheese.
      Far and few, far and few,
            Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
      Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,
            And they went to sea in a Sieve.

VI
And in twenty years they all came back,
  In twenty years or more,
And every one said, 'How tall they've grown!
For they've been to the Lakes, and the Torrible Zone,
  And the hills of the Chankly Bore!'
And they drank their health, and gave them a feast
Of dumplings made of beautiful yeast;
And every one said, 'If we only live,
We too will go to sea in a Sieve,---
  To the hills of the Chankly Bore!'
      Far and few, far and few,
            Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
      Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,
            And they went to sea in a Sieve.