Waiting for the other shoe to fall

Someone once said that my nature was such that it was like 'always waiting for the other shoe to fall'.That was many years ago and to my amusement it has just recently bubbled up and fallen out of my head.The interesting bit of this little ramble is that the painting evolved (as they do) and I realised the little person sitting so bravely with her baseball bat waiting so patiently to swat the ? away,was me.And it is how I felt when going through chemotherapy.Of course one shoe= one breast,but you guessed that already.

A Good Memory

There's a train coming in
I can hear it.
At the station
Cold wind whipping 'round my legs.
My hands are shaking.
I am waiting
For the train.

There's a storm blowing in
You can see it.
From the platform
Dark clouds racing 'cross the sky.
My knees are shaking.
I am waiting
For the train.

There's someone now alighting
I can see her.
On the platform
Rain pelts loudly on the roof.
My heart is jumping.
No more waiting
She is here.

The Lady of Shallot absolutely finished

I woke up this morning around 2.30 and leapt out of bed and ripped the giant feather from the painting .I think it looks much better without it .

The Lady of Shallot....my version finished

As I said this is based on The Summer Tree by Guy Gavriel Kay.The King was sacrificed on the tree in times of severe drought.Also of course The Knights of the Round Table.Lancelot Guinevere and Arthur are featured prominently in The Summer Tree.I see the tree as devouring the landscape and dividing the realm.

The Lady of Shallot......my version. 2

I have managed to create a  lake where I intended a river but never mind,that's the least of my worries.I want the yellow to stay and lead the eye up to the castle ruins mmmmm. .....