I don’t know why on the 3rd March 2023 around two to three in the morning I became transfixed with writing poetry and flash fiction based on octopuses, but I do know one thing…
I am really good at painting octopuses!
I don’t really know why I wanted to share this; I am writing this after writing the flash fiction story called “A boy’s unconscious battle”.
I feel like painting the scene in my mind right now, but we all know why that can’t happen right now. No available art table and I am not too keen to go downstairs within ten feet of a rat to paint at near four in the morning when its freezing cold downstairs and Ray (my house rabbit) will have a temper tantrum throughout the whole painting session because I am disturbing him at an unholy hour and please turn out the light you selfish human!
Rightly so too!
If I could have painted I know what the scene would look like.
My son Henry twisted in his blankets like how I saw him tonight, surrounded by his sea of teddy bears fallen around him in what looked like their attempt to try and free him from the onslaught of sheet tentacles around his hips and arms, Henry’s legs and arms all over the place too – he didn’t look very comfortable. A pillow on the floor and chewing in his sleep – he was talking about different flavours of gum moments before he slept.
It would have been fun to have painted it, at least six hours as it would be a complicated piece for me, a mix of ink and watercolours.
Thanks for reading…
Written 3:19am 3rd March 2023
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