Pottery

I met my sisters Ann and Janet tonight and we returned to pottery , for the first time together since lockdown . I completed my cave man spoons then made this landscape piece which will be painted like the welsh hills that surround Trelawnyd. 

It may double as a letter rack ….

I love this photo 

 

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Happy Valentine’s Day

 Hot red nails

Pale pink flowers

And a strawberry

For good measure

Happy Valentine’s Day

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A Mouse In The Reading Chair

 It was fortunate that my friend cancelled our walk today due to the crappy weather. 

I’ve spent the day, rearranging furniture 

Gay men love rearranging furniture .

Around 3 am Mary found a mouse in the reading chair.

The resulting hysteria woke the entire household and even Albert scraped off cushions and pushed his head down crevices in order to locate the dumb fuck of a rodent .

The chair had a nest amongst the springs.

It’s now on the patio awaiting the tip.

Hence the need for the rearranging of the furniture 

And with that , a clean, a titivate and a pleasing afternoon.

If any of you love Pedro Almodòvar you will know that he incorporates into his films some lovely interior sets. The apartments and homes of his characters have vibrancy and a particular character of their own and they almost become another cast member with a personality, temperament and identify all of their own. 

I adored the apartment feel of Penelope Cruz’s character in Parallel Mothers 

But now I kind of like the eclectic nature the my cottage interior

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Love

When I was an English teacher, I had endless creative ideas for engaging children as I helped them to develop their language skills. Occasionally, I would "use" the following poem by the Liverpool  performance poet Adrian Henri (1932-2000). Though I have posted it before, it seems quite appropriate to share it with you once more on Valentine's Day:-

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Love is...

Love is feeling cold in the back of vans
Love is a fan club with only two fans
Love is walking holding paint-stained hands
Love is.

Love is fish and chips on winter nights
Love is blankets full of strange delights
Love is when you don't put out the light
Love is

Love is the presents in Christmas shops
Love is when you're feeling Top of the Pops
Love is what happens when the music stops
Love is

Love is white panties lying all forlorn
Love is a pink nightdress still slightly warm
Love is when you have to leave at dawn
Love is

Love is you and love is me
Love is a prison and love is free
Love's what's there when you are away from me
Love is...

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One of the things I would do with this poem was to get youngsters following the same simple pattern but with new titles as I helped them to a better understanding of what poetry could do. It didn't need to be high brow  stuff drifted down from some faraway ivory tower. It could be here and now and meaningful - a tool for reflecting on real life. Often I would have them writing in pairs as they approached new titles such as "War is...", "Happiness is...", "Youth is...", "Sheffield is...", "Death is..." and so on.  Many's the time I observed faces lighting up when effective four line verses had gelled  almost magically...

e.g.

War is tears rolling down a face

War is a dream that tyrants chase

War is a curse on the human race

War is...

Nature is a lizard soaking up the sun

Nature is a cobweb newly spun

Nature is a precious gift for everyone

Nature is...

Joy is a light that helps you find your way

Joy is  the sound of children at play

Joy is the tune of life's cabaret

Joy is...

If you have an idle moment to spare, why not experiment yourself?

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