Show Me The Treasure

 The vermillion heart mono print twins. - you will have seen one take up the two wings in the last post for the Valentine Day Series,  here are atilt, or perhaps akimbo,  or maybe they are each other’s spitting image.  The grab of vermilion acrylic to itself gives a venation not similar to the black cicada wings, these neat exemplars perfect aerofoils, as well as an inclination to winkle. 

 The vermillion heart mono print twins. - you will have seen one take up the two wings in the last post for the Valentine Day Series,  here ...

 One of a pair of hearts, a mono, or is that duo print, purpose-made for the annual Valentine Day Series which is wondrously in its 19th iteration.  Hoorah, old hearts still go Lub-Dub Loved Up.

And in case you’re the reflective type, below below is the heart above’s other half.

 One of a pair of hearts, a mono, or is that duo print, purpose-made for the annual Valentine Day Series which is wondrously in its 19th ite...

 Ghouls get up, ghosts get going, wraiths of the nights

go wrap yourselves in daytime doings, lost souls set,

Your sighs to soughing in the pines, Piners now mint 

Manifestos of maxium woe, Vampirinas dust off

Your tu-tus, dance, dance, and rouge those pallid corpses,

Corpuscles were counting on you to drain away - it’s your day,

Carpe Bitem. 

By Yours Truly

Footnote:

Too silly but hey, there are simply not enough Friday the 13th poems celebrating, and asking for a revival of  the Australian Ballet’s production of Friday the Thirteenth.  

 Ghouls get up, ghosts get going, wraiths of the nights go wrap yourselves in daytime doings, lost souls set, Your sighs to soughing in the ...

 The small Satsuma vase, circa 1930’s perhaps, with its craquelature glaze, gold detail and lovely cascade of autumnal maple leaves,  keepscompany both proximate and at a slight remove with two friend vases, the little masterpiece of jonquil leaves and an early 20th century Australian pottery piece with generous geometric intersect of spherical body and planar rim, might be filled with flowers.  These three are in no way empty when they stand alone, proving that the addition of flowers, while their ostensible purpose in life, is an ephemeral joy, while they remain independent beauties. 

 The small Satsuma vase, circa 1930’s perhaps, with its craquelature glaze, gold detail and lovely cascade of autumnal maple leaves,  keepsc...

And then, the crayons felt a little left out, and insisted. 

 

Lately I’ve been making sets of cards, for lovely people that I know,  at first this was a by-product from snipages for collages, but there ...

 Here the Sea Glass person busts a move, one can imagine the clatter of glass bones, the glazed intake of hte middle distance, the slight percussion of a wink, glass is hard to catch in action.  This collage of sea glass, includes a foot from Koh Samui, but mostly shards of water  polished pieces gleaned from Sydney beaches, the odd ceramic shard from corners of the harbour  where water and shoreline agree will be a trove.  Each glass piece has its history, of what it had once been, where it’s been and who it was that once upon a time left it behind. 

 Here the Sea Glass person busts a move, one can imagine the clatter of glass bones, the glazed intake of hte middle distance, the slight pe...

The long narrow ferries of Bangkok’s canals, frequent, bustling, complete with both driver and conductor, scoot along the waterways, and if the driver judges, with a shrewd glance, the water level’s a bit on the high side, flicks a lever, and the roof comes down about eight inches, causing newbies like me, to flinch, even though my modest height means, I’m really in no danger,  and making the local women to giggle, and did they actually give me a little reassuring slap ?  In any case, the Spirit House adjacent to the ferry stop, resplendent with its thoughtful offerings, might be to the canal spirits or  more terrestrial spirits, but in any case I like to think they too might have got a laugh from this. 
 

The long narrow ferries of Bangkok’s canals, frequent, bustling, complete with both driver and conductor, scoot along the waterways, and if ...

 The detritus of desk, work in progress, bits kept in case,  remnants of wonder that hover waiting to be part of the perhaps of something else, this morning yield a small tableau, a  cross-purposing of disparate forms, and while the winged snake will need to wake and the hornet wings fly on along their finite aerodynamic path to decay,  it must be okay to momentarily, dream of flight as one. 

 The detritus of desk, work in progress, bits kept in case,  remnants of wonder that hover waiting to be part of the perhaps of something el...