PERFORMANCE TIME

CHICKS!

I don't think it fair to be left out in the cold,
especially when one is small, not very old.
Left all alone, to wonder and roam about,
and then get eaten up, by a bad wolf no doubt!

Some folks are so careless, they don't give a hoot,
I'd like to give them a good kick, with my old boot!
But these two little darlings, will be alright,
I'll hold them  safe in my arms, the whole long night.

Trish   2012

TILDA

I know I'm rather tubby,
well OK, downright chubby!
It all began when I, decided on the lute,
or maybe it was when, I tried to play the flute?
Whatever the case, may be, I'll never be the same,
I've got the feeling, chubby women are left out in the rain.
No one hurries to them, and says, 'Share my umbrella'.
It's only a little thing, but it helps to meet a fella.

I know I'm rather chubby, and it shouldn't really matter,
it doesn't alter things, I can still have a good natter.
But I do miss the looks I got, when I was super slim,
that said 'How about it  sweetie? lets tickle the devil's chin'.

Trish   2012

SANTA IS COMING TO TOWN

I'm waiting for Santa, I've done all I can.
I know he'll come, he's that sort of man.
It's a new place for me, and one that I like,
I'm going to wait right here, if needs be, all night!

MA'AT THE GIVER OF BREATH?

What thought  breathes the first and last breath?
And what of those who must mourn, those left,
to live out  time in its ruthless grace,
left to yearn for their lost love's face?

What thought  honestly, judges ever,
at the weight of the heart, by just a feather,
those worthy of entrance to either heaven or hell?
And can one plead mercy, before this feathered belle.?

Trish   2012

THE UGLY BOOTS

My toes are all squashed tight,
my heels just won't sit right.
The boys call me puss-in-boots,
my heart cries out, what's the use!

But something within me knows,
that as years pass, beyond my nose,
one day I'll turn from an ugly, child,
into a pretty little rose, running wild!

Trish   2012

BROKEN CHAINS

The flowering of the broken chains
the forging of the finest shapes,
makes the metal gleam colours.

Ears, are coiled gold ornaments,
mouth, as a small silver bowl, ready,
to be filled with ripples of liquid light.

Trish   2012

SUBMISSIVE MISS

Speak no words, seek none too,
listen with respect, respect all I do.
If questions arise, let them sink back,
into the unexplored wilderness of the track,
that leads one swiftly onto another place,
asks of one, look! into a stranger's face.

Let loose ends flutter as a child's toy may,
so their bright eyes, learn, to  laugh and play.
Let a narrow lane way, of stone hard dust,
be even the wilderness track if it must.

Whatever comes to hand, simply grasp and dream,
for the pickpocket steals from all it seems.
To speak no words, to receive only few,
is most likely the very end of you.
So, be it, in lane way , fiery soul or dirt track,
remember, remember well,  the new way back.

Trish   22/12/12

HELEN

HORUS GROWING UP

Horus, son of Osiris and Isis.

THE GUARDIAN ANGEL

THE BRIDE GOING AWAY

'The Bride' by Trish   2012

THE GANG

THE BRIDE

'By Trish 2012'

SHADOW'S LIGHT

LILLIAN THE BRIDE'S MAID

BAD HAIR DAY

PEDRO

Pedro dressed for his nightly performance.

GETTING A PERSPECTIVE

TWIN SISTER

This is  Pia's  twin sister, Piata.

SURROUNDED

I've surrounded myself in colour,

from my toes up to my head.

There's paint splashed on the walls,

and lots more on my new bed!

Trish   10/12/12

BALM OF BLISS

MELANTHA

Dearest Darkness of them all,
when I should hear the sacred call,
whispered to me on breath of life,
embracing all, last day and night,
let me, surrender to the final bliss,
of breaths brush and farewell kiss.

Trish   8/12/12

PIA

Sometimes the way is difficult, or, even bad,
but the worst thing must surely be, someone, sad.
Pia is left wondering, what, the way, is all about?
The secrets, the strife, she wants to just shout!

'To hell with all the problems, confusion, the lot!
If I could fix it, I would!, but tell me, what?
am I to do, when things go all confused and amiss,
I'd gladly place the healing balm of a loving kiss.

Upon the brow of anyone who needs, the balm of love,
put my shoulder to the wheel, help give a good hard shove!
But the way is not so simple, as fixing daily trouble,
no, the way, is delicately  poised, a giant, brilliant bubble'.

Tushie   7/12/12

THE PATH OF COLOR

'Try some of the lovely pastels' she said.

So, swiftly, to the path of colour, I fled.

Tushie   7/12/12

UP AND OVER

She's coming up and over the hill,
really, it's quite a thrill.
Even though, the road ahead,
looks a lot like, an unmade bed..

Tushie   7/12/12

DIVING DEEPLY

WARRIOR WOMAN

'A Warrior Woman'  by  Trish

I met a fine lot of folk today,
willing to share, help show the way.