Inside the Black Hole

Nothing escapes
Not even time
Not even water
Not even wine
Surrounded by darkness
Drawn in with the light:
The sock that went missing
In the washer last night

Just where does the washing machine take those garments it takes a fancy to?

Perhaps it spins the items so fast on the spin cycle that the garment’s molecules vibrate out of our existence, and into the washed out land? The innards of a Black Hole? The dark side of the Moon?

All I know is I’m now down another sock. I’ll need to buy some new pairs at this rate!

Revisiting the Island of Dreams

The Land of Nod beckoned. Stars shone brightly in an almost clear and endless sky, each one representing someone’s dream; someone’s hope. The island sparkled in the starlight, frozen on the horizon, frozen in time. The Land of Nod. Eternal gateway to the Realm of Dreams, accessed only occasionally by souls travelling as their host bodies slept. Some remember their visits there, trying to revisit as often as they can. Others merely recall snippets… snapshots… fragmented memories and out of order recollections of a magnificent surreal reality. The icy waters lap the shoreline, gently ebbing and flowing, gently passing the time and gently reflecting both the wonder and the fluid nature of the imagination.

Originally posted on 30th January 2017.

Rubber Ducky

This is not a rubber ducky.

It is meant to be a gull, floating merrily on a body of water, minding its own business. It’s another quick watercolour scribble that I had fun creating… it was only afterwards that I thought it looked like a rubber ducky. I added the eyes afterwards as well; they didn’t look as boggly before.

Now, I’m not saying I’m available to touch up any weathered classical pieces of artwork that may or may not be lying around, but as this painting shows, I am willing to try anything once!

*And seriously, I’m NOT available to touch up any weathered classical pieces of artwork, no matter how much you are willing to offer.

**And I’ve never owned a rubber ducky.

A Long Long Time Ago Just Before A History Making Decision

“Husband, what are you working on at such a late hour?” Ellimayee pointed to the scroll filled with hieroglyphs.

“I’m going over the plans for the Great Spheres, my wife.” King Rabletop III explained. “As magnificent and grand as the prototype is, it took far too long to build, and we simply don’t have that time to build as many as are needed to make our mark in these lands.”

“I told you the globe was not such a great idea when you began. Please tell me, why have you changed your mind so suddenly now?” Ellimayee bit her lip so as not to smile.

“I had a vision. This afternoon.” Rabletop tapped the scroll before him. “Well, it was more of a shadow than a vision.” He looked up and pointed in front of him with both hands. He then opened his hands, and palms facing outwards spread them wide before him. “The Sun was setting beyond the Great Sphere.” Ellimayee and Rabletop both bowed their heads for a moment. “And as the Sun set” They bowed again. “The shadow didn’t impress me. It wasn’t angular enough. It needs to be more edgy.”

“Why not go for the pyramid, my husband? They are very angular, and would look very impressive before the setting Sun.” They both bowed.

“I’m not sure, my wife. I recently met Alan from a far land who was lost, and he mentioned pyramids. It would seem as copying if we had them also.”

“Nonsense, husband.” Ellimayee said sternly. “You are king. You have the final say.”

“He was king also,” Rabletop said with a sigh. “And also Son of the Sun.” They bowed again.

“But he isn’t from our lands. His pyramids will be different from ours.” Ellimayee was almost pleading with her husband.

“I’m thinking more of this shape,” Rabletop pointed to a glyph on the scroll. “A cube.”

“A cube?!” Ellimayee said in exasperation. “A CUBE??? That’s almost as flat sided as a sphere. A cube will certainly not look impressive on our land.”

“Maybe not one or two,” Rabletop smiled, “But many will. Some stacked on top of others. Placed in lines, pointing toward the Sun.” They both bowed again, and Rabletop gestured before him once more. “Ah yes. I’m now having a vision. These cubes will be our way forward.”

“Your milk’s getting warm.” Ellimayee tutted as she left Rabletop with his plans.