I remember a long, long time ago, painting a picture very similar to the one in the featured image borrowed from Pinterest. It had such an impact when I recreated it in High School, that someone asked to buy it. The School charged a fiver, I didn’t see a penny, because apparently the payment covered the cost of paints and paper. At the time all I thought was wow, I should have had it printed first.
It was an original!
And from one original piece to another…
Deep pools roam the seas of bl’ark and Grey’ar.
Searching f’ar survival, a fish, if lucky a puffin.
Considered pathetic, I beg ta diff’ar,
splat, slurp, slith’ar.
A moment on a rock ta rest ar just ta pond’ar:
Why am I white? I continue ta wond’ar.
I like ta pose for a photog’arph,
Stand back! My m’ar is ne’ar.
Current’s ar wild, t’arr-ential at times;
diving, swooning; so empty yet full.
Certainly life here is not dull;
it may be murky, sometimes steely,
as a pack I can wand’ar freely.
Originally featured on ECY 16th October 2015, drafted in 2009.