It’s not the losing
that hurts; it is the manner
in which it is lost.
by Scooj
Tag: poem
109. Hurle road.
I pass this mural every week on the way to my daughter’s piano lesson. Every time I see it, I say to my daughter “I must get a picture of that”. She groans, and has become very bored with me repeating myself.
Today I took the pictures. This commissioned piece appears on the side of a shop on the Whiteladies Road. A commission is probably the only way street art is going to make it into this area. It is by Andy Council, and I have posted a couple of his works previously from the Hotwell Road and Nelson street. You will see he has a very distinctive style.
His works often incorporate Bristol landmarks and here he has included the Clifton Suspension Bridge. This is very safe street art, but brightens up the area nonetheless.
6/10
Gathering
Hosting a party
and we’re quite out of practice;
first…tidy the house.
by Scooj
Jazz quartet
Sounds echo around;
a great beat as feet shuffle
past from shop to shop.
bt Scooj
Mugger
Up on Brandon Hill
the lazy streetwise squirrels
mug folk for vittels.
by Scooj
Frost
Jack came calling last
night; sugar-crystal blanket
transforms the garden.
by Scooj
Think about it
Live each moment as
if it were your last is not
very good advice.
by Scooj
Witness
A bang and a yowl;
my heart in my mouth. The black
shadow scuttles off.
By Scooj
Three squirrels
One by one by one
they ripple up and down trees
foraging for food.
by Scooj
Winter warmer
Bright flames dance and coal
crackles; creature comforts of
a warm Winter fire.
by Scooj
Natural adventures 