Togruta Family Portrait (image)

Togruta family portrait. That pet just wouldn't sit still... yeah, gone a bit Star Wars/Steampunk on this one!

Darth Maul and Shaak Ti (image)

A bit of Star Wars fan art!

Lady of the Wild Things (image)

'Lady of the Wild Things' - based on the song of the same name by Babble. Part of the 'Bread and Circuses' project. https://www.facebook.com/pages/Bread-and-Circuses/183565318400844

Avengers (image)

My own take on the Avengers team

Crows (image)

'Crows' was created as part of the 'Bread and Circuses' project by UK band Babble. Here, the Morrigan, goddess of the battlefields, (who also takes the form of a crow) is stealing a soul from a dying soldier.

http://www.facebook.com/pages/Bread-and-Circuses/183565318400844

The Eyeman (image)

The Eyeman - promo image for 'Bread and Circuses' project by UK band Babble

http://www.facebook.com/pages/Bread-and-Circuses/183565318400844

Who Will Hold The Withered Rose?

Who will hold this withered rose,
And tend to it with care?
To nurture it, and let it show
The beauty it may share?
Who will hold the withered rose?

Who will tend the garden grey,
So lost and overgrown?
The pathways long forgotten,
Its secrets left unknown
Who will tend this garden grey?

Who will take the gardener,
With heavy head and heart?
And walk the paths that he may tread
An equal from the start
Who will take the gardener?

Morituri te salutant (image)

A Life Vampyric

“A life vampyric sounds idyllic, I’ll shun the light of day”.
This thought it gnawed at Vincent Lord and set him on his way

“First my name," said Vincent Lord, "it really isn’t me:
“A vamp in waiting I am so Lord Vincent it will be.

“And armed with proper moniker a castle I need too
“For this suburban 60s semi really will not do.”

So from the Abbey National his life’s savings he withdrew
And bought a Scottish castle, and hired a servant too.

A wizened, hunchbacked little man with dodgy lisp and grin
All in all quite Marty Feldman – Lord Vince was fond of him

To Bonnie Scotland they repaired to cast a shroud of fear
But the only locals living close – two haggis and a deer

“This will not do!” Lord Vincent cried, “I have no blood to suck
“If I can’t find a human soon, I’ll have to do that buck!”

“My lord,” said servant number one, “I have a cunning plan -
“I’ll thaddle up the hortheth and we’ll ride on to the town!

“Oneth there we’ll find a virgin and her thweet blood you’ll thee -
“Mayhap thee’ll have a friend with her – thort of bite one get one free”

“A crafty plan it is indeed with one small flaw I fear,
“We’re five miles north of Glasgow – we’ll find no virgins here!

“A dearth of virgins all around: I haven’t thought this through.
“We’ll have to stay at home tonight, and venison must do.”

And so the pair tucked in that night to deer steak cooked most rare
All the while bemoaning the poor nature of their fare.

The moral of this tale? With maidenhood a dying trend,
Occasionally a bloody steak is sometimes your best friend.

The Week That Was

Sunday stood, quite authoritarian, at the start of the week
Full of ideas on how Things Should Be Done
And What Should Happen

Monday dawned, grey and dismal,
And contemplated throwing a sickie
Before dragging itself in for a day
Fuelled by caffeine and idle boredom

Tuesday decided it was now suitable as a girl's name
Ran off to play with its dolls,
Before growing up and breaking some poor boy's heart

Wednesday sat at a crossroads,
Neither here nor there
Developed an identity crisis
And disappeared to join the Prozac nation

Thursday sat deep in thought
In the twilight of time
And considered the nature of fleeting

Whilst Friday let its hair down
Partied all night
Staggered home and threw up
In the kitchen sink

Saturday disarmed with a smile
Returned hope
Fell asleep with arms wrapped around

And then, the week was.

Mrs Pemberton's Eye

He

Does not belong.

Look at him, a sore thumb
All a-weaving and a-way-wending.

I see you,

Blackened, star-struck and solitary
The lonely man, the lost.

I see into you,

I, the curtain twitcher;
I, the looker through keyholes,
And into souls

Show me your dark corners and intrigue
And I will gossip you today.



NOTE. I dislike nosy people, especially those that come to conclusions and gossip and lie about people. Mrs Pemberton is a character from the 'One for the Road' series I am writing.

Templar Knight (image)

Private commission 2011

The Mouth of Sauron (image)

From Lord of the Rings. Always suspected this guy had an interesting backstory. Resurrected the image from the delete folder,still not entirely happy with it.

Down In The Dark Woods (image)

Down in the Dark Woods

Based on the song of the same name by the UK band Babble. Little taster from a joint project we're working on

Photoshop, 3d, photo manipulation.

The song can be heard here

Haradrim Riders (image)

I created these guys for a big Lord of the Rings battle scene I'm working on - this one started out as a simple test for the horsemen but kind of got carried away!

S.O.

Your Significant Other, you introduce her
Not your lover
Your partner
Your friend

Your Significant Other
To differentiate, presumably,
From your insignificant ex

Her eyes flash wary and warning.
Throughout the evening,
She reveals the lies in smiles

You miss the significance

This one will rip out your heart.

Newblood

Womb ripped open,
Light split the comfort of Redhell
And Newblood was called.

Sound and sight, both blurred,
Then the stench
The reek of decaying things
Walking and talking and prodding and poking

Newblood was taken and shaken
And passed fit for purpose

With the pain of rebirth still fresh
With the awful realisation of all still to come

Newblood sucked his thumb.

Cure for Insomnia

I slept with my head at the foot of the bed
And woke up this morning to stand on my head
The blood rush I got was like no other feeling
So tonight I will sleep
Hung by feet
From the ceiling

Atreyu Flees From The Nothing (image)

inspired by 'The Neverending Story' by Michael Ende

Giant Killer (image)