Category Archives: tree

Edge of the Wood

the wood copy
Edge of the Wood (Watercolour)

The Black Bird


The black bird
hopped a little

The staccato
of his head
accommodated his
beady eyes

All clear?

Then, time for
another peck

Peck and lift –
Throw aside –
staccato look – again
Peck peck –
peck and lift

You get the picture

But no –
up up and away…

Today’s takings
taken to the nest.

regurgitated one
regurgitated two

– elsewhere occupied

“I know nothing about birds”
I reflect

“Nothing about birds…”

I don’t know
one species
from another

But they all
Peck and lift –
Throw aside –
staccato look – again
Peck peck –
peck and lift



Riverside Stroll


A normal stroll
along the bank
of the river side
the side the river is on
cause on the other side
there is no side
only the other side
of the river

Whilst walking along
the river bank
at the side of the river
a tree was espied
just up from the side
of the river side
and the tree
leans hopelessly –
for one day
it will surely slide

Into the river
– at a push
sloping off
the river bank
into the river
from the side

And to stop the kids
swinging on the branch
lest they slip and slide
away – into the ‘tide’
it is fenced-off
from the bank
– high and impenetrable
is the fence
for safety’s sake

Preventative medicine
one might say

Tampering with nature
on the other hand
is not always the way
For danger looms at every
cut and turn

But as I say –
strolling along the bank
some talk of
their lucky stars to thank

But superstition is out
you see
Hocus-pocus – means a zero
– zero tolerance
it receives from me.

And as I stroll
along the bank
No fish I see –
past the river bank
Nor surfacing
– no splash is found

No place to sit
no lost fish
over which to frown

Nothing to stop
the slippery slope
all the way down

All the way down
from the river bank
at the side
of the river
I sank.

’Til my feet hit
the strong branch
but just in time

I remain unwet –
dry to an extreme
“Saved the day”
the branch did say
in a whisper I didn’t hear
Sudden fear
had departed
as quick as it
was here

For the river was deep
That’s what
all the fuss is about
And not falling in
But staying out

Is really
the best course
of action to take

So enjoy the scenery
– River,
river bank,
nature and all
at the side

Terra firma no less
keeps you safe
and still

Melting Snow…

Melting Snow. (Watercolour)


Another year has gone by.
Thank you to the 231+ followers who have visited this blog, in just over a year since I have been blogging.

I find – that rather than an increased interest in ‘having followers’ my interest in doing so has – decreased 😎. A lose of ambition you might say. (?)

Also I’m afraid ‘Stats’ ’n knowledge about increasing traffic etc. has left me cold. I don’t examine them very often.

And I’m still rather feeble on the technical side of things.

Has the novelty of blogging worn off?

Well no, I still need to communicate with my fellow humans – but I see so much in this world today that is negative.

So I guess I’m a little indifferent to the idea of innumerable followers, there being more important things in life to think about. 😎

More and more does my spiritual life become affirmed as the only way to travel.

‘Riches I need not, nor man’s empty praise…’ – so goes the line from the old hymn: ‘Be Thou My Vision’.

The word empty seems to stand out.

The Ecclesiastes Preacher found this out. All is emptiness of emptiness (vanity).

But if this were the only conclusion to come to – then the exercise of affirming life would disappear.

The Bible is full of life-affirming exhortations – all in the context of loving God of course.

The negativity all around us – can make us negative.
As we struggle to make sense of a ‘World Gone Wrong’.

To enjoy the legitimate things in life is not sinful. However I can’t enjoy them without Christ.

The conscience within man is a powerful ‘apparatus’ – we do well to heed it.


Art it is said is a ‘universal language’ – apart from anything else that this statement would mean, it seems, simply put, to be a language everyone can relate to.

So thank you all, for all the Likes that have accompanied my visual painting posts, – and those under other category ‘hats’ also (see my About).

Not everyone comments – (including myself on other people’s blogs), and that’s fine.

I am like yourselves, in that I cannot agree with everything I read on blogs, but I try to give them a little more than a moments thought – in order to discern if they need more attention. I’m sure you do the same with my writings.

There are different reasons for feeling part of a community. And I suppose the blogging community that has emerged on the internet is still finding it’s way, but being part of something involves common denominators, and they, I hope, have produced some kind of mutual tolerance of each other, and at times even a certain kind of affection, as we listen to the diverse ‘stories’ we tell.

So let’s see what the New Year brings – a speedy recovery to anyone not feeling well, and to all – A Happy Christmas and a Peaceful New Year.

Your friend
Ken Riddles

The Black Rider

Poem circa 1970
(or Dick Turpin wore a mask…)

The Black Rider rides,
The Moonlight invites him to be bright!
The Black Rider hides

The Pine valued for its wood invites him to climb!
The Coach rumbles by, as always on time
The Plan you will note – is to jump at the throat
Of the Coachman

The opportunity right he jumps through the night…

But alas what despair the coach isn’t there!
Bad timing causing injury and fright…