The sacrament of the mundane

The Sacrament of the Mundane

Tap, tap, morning dear child

rap, tap, come along child

step, step, help you child

up, up, down, down, dressing you child

ping, ping, porridge my child

ting, ting, tea my child

knock, knock, nanny’s child

Then I’m gone, silent child.

Poem’s to praise something common

 

Brother’s bruise

So round and blended edges fade
blue and mauve and purple shades
into fair skin, slightly indented in.
Badge of honour, badge of pride,
mother says you should hide.
I look at your bruise and then I say
“Your are the proof he did not sway.
She’ll not mess with you again
or she’ll get more than proof and pain”
so round and bold you are
next time i’ll get you a scar.

Movie poster redo

having a go at redoing our favourite movies as a signal image.

Very fond of Play Time (1965) as a number of continual line drawing. When you watch the film you will understand; seeing each image move into each other.