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Portrait of a Sparrow

I can’t draw;

but, I can admit to it.

So, a positive taken from a negative,

and something to build upon.


There are other things that I can’t do;

and, I can admit to them, too.

Which makes me good

at admitting to things

that I have no skill in.


Perhaps I’m better at doing that

than many others –

it could be my forte.


So, what has all this to do with Sparrows?

Nothing at all.

I seem to have a title

that has less than a little

relevance to the text –

or the other way round.


To be honest,

my portrait of a Sparrow

would probably look like

a spider doing a star jump –

but not recognisably so.

“Where Thou, Art?”

“Where Thou, Art?”

There was a black Hamlet,

and a white Othello,

all the youths were salad green,

and Dogberry was yellow;

Lady Macbeth was spotty,

and King Lear, he was dotty;

all in all, a colourful performance

of Shakespeare’s ‘Where Thou, Art?’

“Art” #SoCS @LindaGHill

“Art” #SoCS @LindaGHill

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I popped some “Art” in the cart, and headed for the checkout.

Self-service, I think.

Brought my own bag? – yup!

15 items or less? -yup!

Each one is a carrot.

I pop 15 carrots into my bag.

Each one weighs approximately the same as my 15 pieces of “Art”.

I pay – cash.

Not going to be traced by using plastic.

I am in disguise, too.

Nobody notices a white, middle-aged, well-dressed, politely-spoken nobody.


I pop my “Carrots” into the back of my ‘invisible’ van, and drive to the warehouse.

My “Art” is quickly offloaded and carefully packed in recyclable plastic and bubble-wrap. All 15 items (counted once more) are then placed inside a hollow suitcase (empty) and this is taken to a locker at Paddington Station. Placed inside the locker, the suitcase is left for over a hundred years without any disturbance. The key to the locker is posted (2nd class) to an address in Singapore that doesn’t exist.

One hundred years later, Paddington Station is subject to an explosive device that blows the door off of a single locker. Not the one that the suitcase is in; but, for the look of things, all the lockers are removed to be melted down for the war effort – there wasn’t a war, but it’s best to be prepared.

The 15 “Carrots” are discovered by a labourer who was labouring under the misapprehension that he was not going to discover* a life-changing discovery.

He did, and it did.

The “Art” was returned to its owner – the State.

All in all – it had been a pointless exercise.

Art for Art’s Sake.


*is where my self-regulating 10-minutes ran out.


Drawing Upon Experience (Upon Drawing Experiences)


Images of midges
Pictures of fixtures
Drawings of curtains
Doodles of poodles
And a sketch of a ketchup bottle;
Half-empty or three-quarters full.
A lino-cut of a limousine
Outlined in chalk
Because I’m dead keen
To capture the likenesses of
A million vermillion things…

If only I could draw
I could be a drawing king.

But, I can’t
So, I won’t
And ‘don’t’ tell me I can;
I’m a wordsmith
Not an artist
I’m a letters-based man.






Gok Art

Go Kart

Well, I never learn to let

Well alone, the things I should;

I just have to draw my pun

And fire both Lewis Carrolls

.At you.

For which

I apologise.

And shallow is as shallow does;

And I am certainly guilty of shallowness

by the bucketload.

Drawing a Blank

Drawing A Blank

‘Life Drawing’ had brought out the artist in me.

My ‘flesh-tone’ pencils and paints were arrayed neatly before, and my pallet was salivating with anticipation. Then, a man-mountain in a pink cotton bathrobe of Olympic swimming-pool size proportions appeared – my canvas wasn’t going to cope with that.

“We’ll do some five-minute ‘posed’ sketches, and then we’ll move on to the hour-and-a-half ‘relaxed pose’.” commented Miss Louise Lewis-Lautrec.

I ‘white-washed’ my surface and poised myself as if looking for inspiration to arrive.

For two hours I sat there, focusing upon a small red vase off to one side of his shoulder.

A voice from behind me chirped, “It’s always tricky to get the form correct, Leonardo.”

“Yes, Miss.”

Lines Upon a Page (LBN)


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…am taking centre stage

(in an LBN – a little black number

which is slightly ‘off the wall’)

Am I on the right lines

As I preside over my court?

I focus upon the passers-by

who are by-passing the others to gaze

solely at my décolletage;

barely pausing at the collage next to me;

before also by-passing the purchasing of a single thing.

When suddenly, I descried someone wearing…

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the exact same creation as me!

Imagine my total loss of elation.

Just imagine!

I could have cried.

Now, side by side we stand;


Imperceptible in our differences


but, one of discerning tastes

Must have preferences…

Look at her page lines!

I, am the real



This poem was inspired by the two delightful pictures above by the Natural Connections artist Sarah Louise Baker.

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Saturday 8th November 2014, 6.30 – 8.30pm

An evening of poetry by The TeaPoet Collective responding to an exhibition of paintings and sculpture by artists from The Yard Studios at Rum’s Eg Gallery.

The work is on show at Rum’s Eg art and craft gallery in Romsey from 8 October to 9 November. You are invited to look at images of the artwork on the gallery website click here…. or visit the gallery in person and write your own poem. Please send poems to natural@teapoet.org.uk or contact them for more information.

The poetry will be presented at this lively and informal event in the first floor Cafe at Rum’s Eg, with a bar and snacks on the night. The event is free but please email teapoets to let them know if you are coming.