There comes a time
When we must face
This has become
A huge disgrace
It’s more than just
A travesty
It now has morphed
To tyranny
Holding to ransom
Our days and years
Changing our thoughts
And filling with fears
Where once before
Were hope and dreams
Now it’s different
And not what it seems
We have been tricked
And led astray
Down a dark path
That only they
Know where it leads…
Rhyme and Reason
(c) K Wicks
Another fiery sunrise.
(c) K Wicks
Within this strange
And blinkered mess
There seems so much
Fear and distress
To hear them say
I know it’s tough
Doesn’t quite cut it
And isn’t enough
Asked to have
Some more patience
Yet what we need
Is to see sense
It’s madness and folly
I won’t deny
With every breath
They can’t help lie
Your life and time
Is what they stole
And now they have
Complete control
Will they just give it up?
Rhyme and Reason
(c) K Wicks
I’m completely in love with the metallic watercolours. But trying to find a way to get the best out of them takes time and colour…
Blue and gold
Pink/Purple and gold
Green and Gold
I would like to say I have a favourite, but I like them all!
(c) K Wicks
It was as if a great ball of fire loomed over the hillside. Sunrise was upon us…
(c) K Wicks
Just when you think
This’ll have an end
Even further
They do descend
Into madness
It’s quite a show
The ultimate plan
Is hard to know
With twists and turns
Who could foresee
What would be coming
For you and me
But some of us did see…
Rhyme and Reason
(c) K Wicks
Trying out different colour skies for silhouettes. Not just for trees it seems.
(c) K Wicks
It seems as if
The stage is set
To try and make
Us all forget
What came before
And how it was
Changing facts
And truth because
It doesn’t fit
With what they do
They want us scared
Not knowing what’s true
As we might notice
And really see
Under this regime
We’re no longer free
To live and breath
And hold what’s dear
Instead they want
Us living in fear
Of each other
Rhyme and Reason
(c) K Wicks
Ling hid down by the river. Waited. Listened. All she heard was the breeze whispering in the treetops. She got up on her feet. She was the only one who had survived the attack, the shame ripped her soul. Her troop was gone. Her Sargent. Her mates. She didn’t know where she was, the map and the compass had been in the backpack. The sun was going down. Southwest. She knew the base camp should be to the east. Darkness invaded the forest, the bushes got denser as she walked. She heard the sounds of little animals jumping from tree to tree, birds flying in the leaves. They sounded unquiet, stressed. Tree-trunks were scraping together somewhere in the dark. There had ben gunshots, but she hadn’t seen any enemies. The troop had been separated by the dense vegetation. Then the shooting had started. Between some bushes she hid to sleep. The night was cold and dark, the moon could not be seen. She hadn’t seen any enemy since the attack. Strange, she was deep into enemy territory. They should be swarming. She walked with caution. Further ahead there was some kind of movement. She went closer. It could be enemies, or it could be her own. Maybe some large animal. She was starving. She got down, crawled under the bushes. Got a view. There was a cluster of plants. Human bodies were hanging from the trees. Animals. The branches moved, but there was no wind. Roots unattached from the ground… (more)
War of the Woods — Fictionspawn
Trees and colour are my favourite, it’s nice experimenting with different techniques. I have a habit of over doing it, so I love the simplicity of this one.
(c) K Wicks
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