Cait O'Connor

In the Golden Days John Melhuish Strudwick Just to update you dear friends, (This was written yesterday). I feel better now ...

I thought I should just post an apology for being absent from this blog for over a month now. I am afraid I have had a cancer diagnosis an...

Painting on My Bedroom Wall Artist unknown; the painting has everything: A back view so all might be imagined but may never be ...

We are but ants Lay out your false gods in  neat rows; start with greed for  money, power and celebrity. Shatter them to smitheree...

Karma She climbed. By a series of degrees, karma-driven,  her  life was destined to be a rough and tough ascent. It was hard...

There is no road towards peace; peace is the road    Mahatma Gandhi

Occasionally I like to recommend a particular blog post that has touched me in some way. This is one such post. There are swear word...

A Game of Patience , 1937, Meredith Frampton Dressed in blue-stocking grey, to match the sharpness  of her intellect, Margaret Au...

Owners of capital will stimulate the working class to buy more and more of expensive goods, houses and technology, pushing them to take ...

 Sweet Summer 1912 John William Waterhouse Avatar.  Hinduism.  A manifestation of a deity or released soul in bodily form on eart...

Rene Magritte 1937 Not To Be Reproduced Like Plath, I too often mused on mirrors, Like Alice, I  wandered  from Wonderland int...

Sadness

Just because I love it.

Imagination is more important than knowledge. For knowledge is limited to all we now know and understand, while imagination embraces ...

Restoration Having had a rootless  life,  too often lived at random, he scrabbles where he can, for curios, bibelos and  trinkets...

Only love will set us free. RIP Maya, with the angels now. Touched by an Angel   We, unaccustomed to courage, exiles from deli...

Once, I would not have noticed; nor have known the name for Japanese anemones, so pale, so frail. But now I catch the tone of leaves. No b...

This is another take on the picture below, not my work but I liked it and wanted to share with you. Coffee Talk (a poem) Plain peo...

New York 1922 It was the noon hour, the time for protection. I was wearing my favourite apricot  cloche hat, everything se...

My Dream This is my dream now. I can now escape night terrors and the Dali dream which was delirium. I am single-handed, yet feel...

A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.  ...

A Room of Her Own Would-be poet,  would be writer-woman whose tales must not be sepia, black and white or second-rate. Her needs a...

Why do two colours, put one next to the other, sing? Can one really explain this? No. Just as one can never learn how to paint. Pablo P...

A Pose, Caught in a Moment Taken through the kitchen window while I was eating my breakfast this morning Moments ...

Finland 1968 Easter Musings 2014 I prefer back views, they leave much to the imagination; we can only dream what their express...

The King of Cats, 1935, Balthus  This is a self-portrait of me with my human, Balthus the artist, you may have heard of him thou...

My Last Night's Moon pics are below but Tonight is special...... The April 15th, 2014 Full Moon is also a total lunar eclipse, henc...

For Magpie Tales. The Palm Reader I crept in showing sunken palms, chasms of no confidence, a failing in my hands for ...

. I read in the Indie  that it is Maya Angelou’s birthday today.   Very many happy returns Maya. Something arrived on my Fa...

Jigsaw Model legs, blood red shoes, spider-web tattoos,  clothes patchy, motley and so much like her life, a jigsaw of  unlinkabl...

Pablo Picasso 1922 On a day when we are supposed to think fondly of our mothers (though I do so every day) this poem is not a new one b...