Some Dribbles From Month of Poetry

Watercolour Drawing/Painting

Blank Paper stares at me,

Demanding colour to be transformed,

Into a painting of beauty.

Roughly the sketch

Flows on to the blank page,

Adding watercolour on the edge.

Into the water I plunge my brush,

And with anticipation I add stokes

Dabbing water colours with my brush

Trying to contain excitement,

Careful, patience, watch colours stain,

‘Nice’ over my shoulder, I hear a comment. 

Splat the brush hits the page,

The water runs from my bush,

Seeing yellow dipping down my page . . .

Quick! Quick!

Hand me a tissue.

Dabbing at the run before it sticks.

`Quick wet the tissue more’, I shout,

Dabbing at the faint yellow line,

Until the yellow fades, I silence my shout,

Again my face begins to smile,

Carefully, slowly I work my brush,

Watching the watercolour work like dye,

Two hours of washing and little dabs

My sunset has transformed the page,

My watercolour painting is now up for grabs.

Debbie Chilton © Copyright 2014

Four little wheels

That  look,

Determination,

‘I will conquer you!’  

Skateboard!

Why? You’re just four little wheels

Four little wheels

For me to conquer

Poise , balance . . .

Now roll . . .

Errrh! Trying to balance.

Trying to balance. . .

How did you say this thing stops?

Yikkes!

You’re just four little wheels

four little wheels, I will conquer.

I will conquer.

So . . . I just jumped off!

But the Skateboard!

Just rolled on . . .

Dam!  Four little wheels conquered me.

Debbie Chilton © Copyright 2014

Waiting . . .

Waiting, trying

Trying so hard to be patient,

Waiting trying to patient.

Thinking if I could

If I could change my own tire,

I would not be waiting.

Waiting and

Waiting trying to be patient,

Should I ring again?

Keep waiting . . .

Be patient . . .

Keep clam and wait!

Debbie Chilton © Copyright 2014

Making chicken curry

‘What’s for din-din Deb?’

‘Chicken curry!’

“Chicken curry! Again,

‘You always want chicken curry.

New support worker came today,

I wanted chicken curry all the same,

Jen said, ‘how you make curry?

Com’on Deb name your game.’

No worries Miss Jen,

My famous chicken curry is. . .

One you make when in a hurry.

Let me tell you and you’ll be a wiz!

Take on barbecue chook and pull to bits,

One hot fry pan chop onion ‘n’ garlic add a lot,

Sweat down, a little bit and ½ tub yoghurt,

Now stir the curry power in until I say stop.

Bye wiz the looking and smelling swell,

Add that old dead chook now,

The a few handfuls of baby spinach as well,

Wack it on a bed of rice and we’ll hit the town.

Debbie Chilton © Copyright 2014

Summer’s blessing

Blush pink!

Frangipani

Summer’s flowers bliss,

Fragrance floats through,

My open kitchen window, 

To sweeten a hot summer’s day

As the afternoon breeze,

Whisper through my kitchen,

At the end of a long, long summer’s day.

 Debbie Chilton © Copyright 2014