New painting for the post-Christmas belly-- Christmas lights

 

Chrissy

 

Chrissy

 

We got two Woolies chooks this time,

And bread rolls, seeded and plain,

You know, for everyone;

And salad for the vego,

So, she’ll be right.

Glasses were raised for those,

Whose seat lay still,

And the bonbons broke the ice,

Making us Kings and Queens

Of paper tissue novelties.

Laughter heckled any worries

And the desserts came too soon.

We must see each other more often,

echoed on guilted lips.

Until, until,

December rolls again.

 

SARGE

 

 

 

Fun times with my buddy Falco giving the neighbourhood a little glow up!

 

Mismatched Mugs

 

Mismatched Mugs

 

Mismatched and slightly chipped,

We’re collection of sorts,

Each of us has a story,

Holding dear the coffee-stained veneer

And tired patterns,

Like a badge of honour.

A testament to our unity.

 It’s only when guests arrive

That we truly come together.

No-one says anything

But we know.

 

 

MRSARGE

 

Studio love

 

New Mural

 

An Ode to all birds Passed

 

An Ode to all the birds passed

 

Graceful is your path across scarlet skies,

Purveying the confused meanderings

Of human’s folly

Scuttling about for nobody’s business.

Idle watchers seldom look up

And wonder at your majesty,

Until a grace is fallen

Bound again to earth’s slow embrace. 

 

SARGE