Love hurts and sometimes more.

The finest gold hoops were hung from her ears
Reflecting the light from each silent tear
All through the night she had called out his name
But the bed bare beside her said nobody came
His photograph hung on the wall in her room
Vague in the half light faint in the gloom
It was taken in summer, in soft rolling hills
And she cried at his smile as she swallowed the pills.



The orphan Chimp (Nemley.)


I came across an article on the news about baby chimps being taken from their families when just days or weeks old, by poachers and then being sold on as pets or for who knows what dreadful other reasons. The chimp pictured was apparently rescued by some organisation and is being looked after with a view to returning it to the wild at some point. I was so taken by the photograph and by the story that I decided to go out of my comfort zone and try to capture the look in the chimp’s eye. I thought that IF it turned out OK then I would perhaps try to sell it and any money raised would be sent to a charity dedicated to rescuing chimps from such situations. So if anyone out there wants an original painting of an orphaned chimp. . . . . . . . . !!!

I have just read an update, it seemed the chimp was named Nemley and has since died, despite the care he was given.  What a terrible,  terrible, shame.

Please share this listing, perhaps if enough people are made aware of these despicable acts, then maybe, just maybe we can turn the tide and stop this mindless slaughter.

New Years’s Eve.

Is this the year, that came and went

To take with it your fading scent

Of all that was but is no more

That wreaked it’s havoc through my core

Is this the year that took my life

And slashed at it with bloody knife

That cut and rent with savage bliss

Leaving me the wreck that is

Will next year year bring in gentle song

The means to right all that is wrong

To bring back hope and all it means

To light a light and kindle dreams

What does this year before me hold

What stories, tales, will it unfold

What will it bring in songs anew

To fill that space that once was you.

Life’s highway.

I was caught within the headlights

It was August 17

Nowhere left to hide myself

As the arrows pierced my dreams

I painted the Madonna

And wrote my life in Rhyme

Of all the things I might have had

The one thing left was time

Time can be a lonely friend

And pain a heavy load

Now vultures sit in easy  dance

On the wires along my road.