late afternoon
Gill McGrath
Tag: today
Hey you get off of my cloud!
Good morning world. Who couldn’t love this rant.Have a Sing along. Loudly. (The words come up!)
( Back to normal (!) tomorrow)
Rain
He sits there still
But I cannot see his tears
through my own
Gill Diary
(press for more detail)
prelude to an enchanted evening then….
……It must be…….
when purple leaves pick up an orange light
and pink flowers at the edge turn into stars
two yards away from where a posing pigeon sat
just yesterday
and whilst the silent moon is up there watching from a sky of blue
beyond the lines
Gill 17.44
(true) Have a nice weekend!!
untouched horizon: where night met morning
5.10
due north
between lines
Gill. diary.today (05 05 2014)
the wind blows. the tree snows. next cherries
can hardly wait!
Gill McGrath. [day 29 napowrimo 2014}
Acting Space
I was reading
A Philosophy
By Andy Warhol .…….
Laying on the cushions on my great big sofa
(Which I treat more like a bed).
Not feeling at all lovely
Watching tele
Feeling slummy,
Peeling spuds!
While I read
(Call it multi- tasking!)
And then the master said
It’s glamorous
Living in one room
With just a bed!
And doing everything there…..
(Call it multi tasking!)
Here’s the actual words he said:
‘Everything is more glamorous when you do it in bed anyway.
Even peeling potatoes’
So with my spuds now ready for the pan
And from……………….my sort of bed
I suddenly felt glamorous
(And ready to act carrots!) No, no, no!
Gill McG
Script: full blooded plagiarism: the lady is stressed. Act 2
For act 1 press (not essential, this is soap)
Today’s Script:
Woman: (scrubbing at kitchen sink)
Visitors are on their way
The place is in a mess
Can’t find any words to say except
Stress, stress, stress!
Will: (calmly enters from left………)
To bed, to bed! There’s knocking at the gate:
Come, come, come,
Come give me your hand.
What’s done cannot be undone……
To bed, to bed, to bed!
GillMcG diary (not) 25th April (first 4 lines)
(Last 5 lines ripped from the play that can’t be named. author Shakespeare)
napowrimo day 25.
Act 1 no one noticed her agony (day 7 #napowrimo)
Meet the Bird who can prophecy weather!
This is the Bird who sits on top of the pole
To hide from the cat
Who climbs up and down trees
In the garden below
This is the cat who tries to sit near the Bird
In this nice sunny place
At the top of the pole because Bird can prophecy weather
This is the Bird who
ONLY sits on the pole
When the sun makes a promise to shine.
But Bird is likely to make a very fast move
When the door of Jack’s house
Opens up
Very fast
To a flying bucket of water
Bird calls it a change in the weather
Gill McGrath
(Not true! Just an
Attempt to write lines
for napowrimo2014 today
and it’s raining!)
Which way bright lights of London?
Here
sun casts its ancient shadow
over ancient footsteps
now bricking over
no one’s here
to see paint this show
this morning back here at my computer 6.43
diary Gill McG nice day by the cars
Gill McGrath 