The Inkwell#fowc #sketchy
Some say, there’s the start of a masterpiece in that notebook of hers
Kept in a top draw of her work desk
End pieces for show ? No, but look beyond the layers of random doodle
There’s the beginnings of something that
Could be talked about by art critics for many years to come – but for now
Held away, till she’s ready for the world to see it
You could take a sneaky peek – but you would only see the first splat on the canvas
#Fowc #Battle
There’s always fighting somewhere….
Land, Places
Resources, Religion
All led by crackpot ideas and beliefs
Of course, the one’s leading the charge
Disappear off to the back of the crowd
While his (or her) men are fighting it out
Leaving them chance – to act all statesmanlike
at a memorial of stone
with names engraved – of those fallen
Theres no light in those eyes
all those hopes and dreams faded ,
some months after you signed up
keys to the castle…bought
but as you sit
listening to the lecturer
on the stage of the theatre
what you thought was gold has turned to lead
now you only have a tiny idea of why you’re there
The scroll of paper
was pinned to the wall
ready for action
It remained as it was
for a number of minutes
as little thinkers – Thought
Blank white paper
with nothing to say
but – “FILL ME IN”
Suddenly a word, two or three
accompanied by colours diagrams and pictures
explode from the white – Reds Greens and Blues
Ideas, Opinions, Conceptions
filling up the space
forming a finished picture
And with Masterpiece complete
the story presented
The picture is stored away for safe keeping
Revealing – Another Blank Space
in response to the prompt : Because the Night
Productivity
Now there’s a word to conjure with.
I could say I get my best Ideas during the first hours of the morning. There’s plenty to think about, ranging from the thoughts of why my folks insist on leaving their digital radio alarm clock to go off at six o clock on a Saturday Morning to practical elements of how i’m going to spend the day.
It doesn’t help that the winter months are here – but the winter weather is not…as I type its 1.03 am and there’s a feathered friend chirping outside my window as if it’s the beginning of Spring.
All Ideas of Sleep have gone south till birdie decides its time for his nap.
I scribble an idea down on the page…on paper it looks messy but put on my laptop screen it begins to take shape to something that the reader might just take a look at. Characters begin to take form on the page – frantically drawn bubbles draw pictures in the readers mind
I can see their face, their hair, their eyes and lips
The character takes shape – what’s he – no she into ? where is she going who is she meeting and what for?
She’s dressed up and ready to go…
come morning – she’ll have disappeared from view, but captured in a few thought bubbles on a piece of lined A5 paper in a spiral notebook
Imagination provides vital touches to the picture
and then comes the name – Rachel, Tammy, Sophie, Susan…Maybe Annabel….
Annabel, seems to stick – as does the surroundings I place her in.
