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.
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!
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.
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
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