Philomena & Spy

I haven't really got anything to post about. Just been trying to catch up on work after a week off and the public holiday and so forth, damnable fun limiter that work stuff! Oh well, it's friday and it's almost beer o'clock.

Talking of clocks, here's another illustration of mine to tide you over for the weekend. This is the first illustration of a story I wrote to be read to children at bed time. You'll notice Philomena and her best friend Spy (the Tasmanian Tiger) in the bottom right hand corner. It's based on a poem I made up for my then 4 year old niece one night and starts off...


     Tick-Tock another day’s clock

has struck the chime of another bedtime,

and with polished teeth and pyjamas donned

we hope you dream a pleasant dream,

of an ice blue lake

between warm amber hills,

where a rainbow fish

flicks his golden tail

at a dragonfly, who dodges by

the dancing reeds

growing along the stony path,

that rambles through the… the…

     Philomena woke with a start. “Where has my dream gone? It was right here”. Philomena picked up her pillow and looked underneath. She searched through all her blankets and under her bed. She even checked in her slippers to make sure it hadn’t fallen in by accident.
     But there was no sign of Philomena’s dream.