I’ve had a joyful time lately, tidying out lots of things, and plenty have gone to the charity shop. But it has also been delightful to come across creative pieces that I made earlier! I found this portrait of my lovely Dad that I drew many years ago. I’m so glad I unearthed it. Not only does it remind me of him, but it nudges me into thinking that it’s high time I picked up some pencils again! I also came across this humorous poem that I wrote when on a train journey up to London for a meeting. I can’t remember what the meeting was about – and it didn’t inspire any poems (!), but the train journey did:
The Nose-Picker, having dug and found his treasure, alights. - Tissues, sir, tissues! The Ear-Pieces taps and wiggles and faintly smiles at the noise in his head. The Coffee-Drinker smells aromatic, and foamy froth outlines his upper lip. - Take care not to spill it, sir! The Earrings has her head buried in a book, caught in other worlds - sunny or cold, in the midst of passion or espionage or adventure. And the school child - prematurely in shirt and tie, reads the paper while riding the train. Jickety can, jickety can went the childhood poem, but ours smooths its way along, with a lulling ba boom, ba boom, ba ba boom, ba ba boom, hissing to a stop. Screeching whistles, high-pitched stabbing closes the door, gathering speed, gathering pitch, unbearable crescendo, til - relief, descent to a stop. Crowded inwards, but private thoughts, and noiseless carriage save the crinkling of turning paper. Stuff in some more; not yet satiated; nearly, not quite. Disgorge your contents - this teeming mass of life. The day has begun.