This week’s art lesson is real life art The artistic ice cool lollies have to paint extremely quick Their subject is a nude lolly stick

We walk blind in this scary world As if, wearing a blindfold To block out this wicked and cruel world A symbol of love

She is Miss World of Plant Pots She always looks amazing when her pink curlers unfurl To reveal her blue rinse springing ringlets

Who do you think you are? To put me in this ice cold cage As the current carries me beneath the deep dark waves Yet, you hear me still

The aristocratic hare Flamboyant in his evening wear In his big Manor House He hosts many parties with his aristocratic friends

Eating cheese and crackers Looking out of my garden Fences all around We are conditioned

I swing on the branches of life Swinging back and forth From chaos to calm From stress to relaxation in a minute or two

He stands tall A beautiful friendly giant He could be a star of old movies He would take the leading role

Going through life Grief just taps me on the shoulder Like an emotional wave Splashed in grief

I cannot see the edge I want it to stop Am I on the edge of infinity? I daren’t step forwards I cannot retrace my steps

Gingerella is her name Ginger is her claim to fame Every word she writes Every poetic word she speaks She only has gingerness on her ging

he world is topsy turvy It is lying on its wild side Inside out We are all rinsed out

The pennies that fall through my hands Once I heard them jingle in my pocket I could hold them in my purse

A new period in time Trying to escape from our English gardens Our well worn sofa Trying desperately hard to branch out

Mark the spinning postman Whizzing around in his NHS white van Collecting our envelopes Our numbered blue bags Talking world politics

Driving by A white unicorn A magical river with canal boats that wonder A fleet of Royal ice cream vans

Let’s put my foot on the gas I want to drive past the words of propaganda The road is rocky and never runs straight I want to escape

I have to apologise I have two left feet I have no rhythm I have no beat My ears are deaf to any genre of music that plays

My broken words frozen over time Chipped and torn Yet your tears still flow Trying to put the broken words together again

To escape reality Inevitably, I fall asleep Sometimes undisturbed peace Sometimes my dreams come vividly alive Yet, I am still asleep