Today’s raccoon is a young’un with no worries …adventuring without a care!
Tom’s poem for him wonderfully captures that mood.
Some days a little beast must wander
here and there and over yonder
wide-eyes watching everything
wondering what time will bring.
All the world is new and bright
glowing in the morning light
dripping dew and rising mist
Earth by Sun is gently kissed
as I go off exploring wide
down the beach where ebbing tide
reveals a world that’s strange a new
and full of tasty things to do!
I have been having a lot of fun with my ink drawings of crows so I thought I’d try some other animals. This raccoon seems to be concerned about something. Just what is he looking at?
Tom took a look at this and saw that while this guy might hesitate a moment, he’s going to be headed into raccoon mischief any moment!
I know it’s not a good idea
but it’s not easy to resist…
I lack the wisdom of Sophia,
can’t let a random chance be missed
to open up a door that’s closed
to grab a thorny climbing rose
to never leave a gap un-nosed
to use my fingers and my toes
in mischief mild and hijnks low
for life’s too short to be a bore:
adventure lies behind that door,
and if it don’t, at least I’ll know!
But I will pause to contemplate…
Then happy chaos I’ll create!
Pink flowers, green leaves, a tawny cat …and a lacy white tracery.
Here is Tom’s lovely poem.
Lacy network, leafy ruff
worn about my lady’s throat
made from all the finest stuff
like her veil and petticoat.
Through her veil the garden’s wild
panoply of flowers beguiled
as away her time she whiled
by the pool whose bottom’s tiled
with stones and fragments of her soul.
Deep she leans across the pond
reflecting on a memory fond,
before time took it’s mortal toll.
Somewhere children laugh behind
Bringing hope and joy to mind.
As I mentioned there are lots of crows here in Vancouver – and I like them! This one posed for a few photos so I got some good material for sketching. As usual, Tom was able to use my drawing as a springing off point for a clever poem in a hilariously believable crow’s voice.
“Ladies, gentlemen, and all
I do most humbly agree
with your sentiments: my call
is patriotic, strong and free.
Children all across this land
should every day be made to stand
and caw like crows, not sing some bland
anthem, for my voice is grand!
So I bow, performance done
here upon this lowly post
just happy I have made the most
of fading days in autumn sun.
What’s that you say? You disagree!
Then I am off to yonder tree!”
Sometimes it is hard to know where to start with these mandalas. Continuing once a beginning has been made is usually easier. This time I started with a sleeping cat in the middle thinking I wonder what will follow from that?
Apparently, lots of details, flowers and lace. Maybe it’s a kitty’s dream landscape. It’s really up to you. 😉
Thankfully, Tom has wonderful words for this world!
As the eye returns and turns again
through lazy ambulations at the edge
drawn to filigrees and flowers when
it peers through open spaces in the hedge
that bounds the hidden maze of complex paths
where lovers drift in circles round the ponds
lingering to hear each other’s laughs
watching breezes blowing through the fronds
of grasses growing from the simple centre
stretching out to kiss the summer sun
through lacy veils that let the breezes enter
in to the place where the cat has run.
Deep within the the garden she is curled
Deep asleep without care in the world.
I wanted the colours for this one to be very rich with mostly purples, reds and oranges. This is a “mini-mandala” so about 6″ in diameter but there is a lot packed in so here is a detail.
As usual, Tom saw even more curious things than I did. This new poem encapsulates a whole story!
The lamps are lit, the wheels must turn
let the toothy gears engage
opening the secret urn
decoding all the truths the Sage
encrypted on four secret scrolls
each entire and carefully rolled
hidden well ’til they were stoled
then to a Magus quickly sold!
Now in London they do lie
waiting for the seance start
where the Sage’s beating heart
will for justice–vengeance–cry
within the rich embroidered room
where four men go to meet their doom!
This crow doodle, like the previous one, is based on crows seen while walking by Trout Lake. They were just doing their own thing, ignoring each other …and us. Seems like Tom picked up on that vibe as well. Once again he has captured the moment and the voice of the crows. Hilarious! Love it!!
We hardly seem to talk these days
Our interests have just grown apart
All I do is stand and gaze
Listening to my beating heart
While Cedric searches on the sand
And Walter in the water stands
Remembering his long-gone band
O life how can you be so bland?
For I recall our wayward youth
Swooping through the endless air
Three teenage crows gone on a tear
In search of love and truth.
Now fellows let us rise once more
For life need not be such a bore!
Well this one went off in a completely different direction! it started by looking like cushions and then …well I guess it’s whatever you want to see. 😁 Tom brought an interesting vision as usual!
The chairs are set around the seance table
Four places ready for the mythic riders
Charging out of history in to fable
Ready now to act as sole deciders
Of the future hidden in the scrolls
Unread, unknown, alive and dead at once
Carpet waiting for the spectral footsteps
In this moment absent for the nonce.
The servants have withdrawn and all is still
They do not wish to meet their absent masters
Who bend the Fates to merely human will
And choose between each triumph and disaster.
The room is ready, let the curtain rise
To reveal the Future in surprise!
Well, I was in a curious and very detailed frame of mind for this one! I think the best part though is likely the 15 tiny cats.
Following this – maybe the oddest yet – mandala, here is Tom’s weird and delightful poem! It makes me giggle every time I read it!
Once upon a wobbly tower
a cat was cuddled in a bower
deep within the greenwood’s dell
where the sunlight softly fell
through the highest canopies
of lollipops and candy trees
down beneath the cotton clouds
where the tramping feet of crowds
can’t disturb the sleep of cats
warm and safe on leafy mats.
I was crow watching at a local urban park recently. Not sure if the first bird knew it was being followed as they both strolled along the lake edge but something made me think the second crow had some mischief in mind.
Tom’s poem playfully reflects the moment.
Stepping out upon the strand
dawdling in a peacock line
two crows are taking to the land
one ahead and one behind
by the water’s chilly edge
beneath the marsh’s sagging sedge
they walk along the sandy ledge
toward the park’s enclosing hedge
until unruly denizens
disturb their prancing show
up into the air it sends
their bodies as they go
around our heads and to a branch
where again they’ll preen and prance!