Hi everyone! Sorry for the unscheduled break – my computer was broken down for a while. Hope you like this latest character study offering – I think of her as an Elizabethan Betty Boop type – no doubt with a very annoying giggle!
UPDATE: This in from Tom in the comments catching the character of our flighty ship board lady…
oh my goodness whatever will become
of little me–tee hee!–so lost among the scum
who ride the ocean billows swelling white
heaving swaying thrusting in the night
i thought that donald fagoe was my man
my steady ready manly sturdy man
but all he does is vomit over-side
across the ocean stream so endless-wide
perhaps the captain is a better catch
so tough and strong upon his windward patch
although he seems to think my luck is bad
just because my husband died so sad
well i’m sure i’ll land right on my feet
won’t my father think it just a treat
to see his wayward daughter home again
although so far from hearth and home and kin
until then i guess i just make do with what
my luck has brought me in its push-cart truck
although i think that donald is so sweet
when he’s not feeding fishes he’s a treat!
This past week my blog turned two years old! I was in the midst of doing character studies for the new project but here is a little celebratory doodle. One of my most visited posts ever is strangely enough “the meaning of koi” which expounds on said topic – lucky, lucky fish! So I thought they were a suitable doodle topic along with a water lily… just ’cause. Enjoy and thanks for visiting!
UPDATE: Celebratory poem from Tom – thanks!!!
Beneath the water-lily’s flower
Lurk the koi in cooling bower
Where the breadth of sun-bathed pads
Shades the fish from all that’s sad
O happy koi in water clear
Bringing luck to all come near
Such subtle spirit-healing power
Gold beneath the purple flower
I wonder if this look of mystery
will seem mysterious enough? It’s like
a dream! My lowered eyes will draw his gaze…
but O what if he strays? Chasing flaxen
beauty down the dell, where… O who knows!
O well! My father says he is bad news!
What does an old man know of love? As if
I would fall in love with anyone
unworthy of my deeply throbbing heart!
I miss him so. I wonder where he is…
…and he’s handy with a knife…
Study for a main character in our new Big Thing… coming soon…ish… stay posted!
UPDATE: New poem in from Tom in response!
A man does well to keep a wary eye
on every wayward current of the flow
carrying intelligence unknown
around this kingdom and around the globe.
There’s more here going on than meets the eye,
more mystery and more intrigue, secrets fold
like parchment writs around a wanted man.
Always there’s the question: what to do?
I can’t just cut my way through every man
who stands between my place and future goals.
I grew up poor, by talent rose above
my family station. Now I find myself
a cork in currents deeply dark and cold.