My Illustrated Month is a creative daily challenge I started with my partner, Eoin Lyons.

Weekdays in October, Eoin would write a poem and I would do an illustration to accompany it.

 

A thousand stars up in the sky

I wonder why they’re glowing

Perhaps for all the spaceships

So they can see where they are going

The world is full of little things

You can hold some in your hand,

They’re good, they’re bad, they’re inbetween,

A cut, a book, a laugh, a hug


How I wish I could see these little things

Through eyes as new as yours,

Because when every little thing is new 

It’s hard to feel that bored.


And even if the bad things might make you feel upset,

They’ll pass in time, so do not fret, 

Cause pretty soon you will forget

And another thing will come along

An itch, a game, a door, a song,

So don’t be scared of what life brings

The world is full of little things.

You might find this incredible

But daddy isn’t edible

Not with sauce or a side of chips

Or any other types of dips

So don’t bite daddy, you’ll hurt your jaw

Especially if you eat him raw

His skin’s too hard, his fat’s quite thick

But if you must, then try a lick

You woke up screaming in the night, i picked you up, my kin,

I held you closely in my arms and took you for a spin,


Years from now, I’ll view our dance with bittersweet reflection,

As I watch you waltz away from me, in the warmth of your love’s

affection.

I think there’s been a grave mistake

I think we’ve been unlucky,

The doctor delivered a baby 

But I suspect we got a monkey.

It shrieks and shouts and swings from me

And is fond of rough and tumble,

So I’m wheeling it to Africa 

To return it to the jungle.

Catty sometimes does a dance 

I’ve often tried to copy,

She jerks her body back and forth

In a way that feels quite floppy,


But as much as i try to do the dance

The ending proves too drastic,

Cause she’ll finish with a flourish

By sicking up some plastic.

Have you ever passed a snail and thought;

‘By God, you’re very slow!’

Well if you’ve ever thought that thought 

There’s something you should know,

That when no one’s there that snail sprouts wings

And takes off like a jet,

And does loop the loops and barrel rolls

And then flies off to Tibet.

When you hear a sound at night

Don’t get too upset,

It’s simply little gremlins

Scuttling round your bed.


They’re really pretty harmless,

so try not to condemn,

In fact they’re far more scared of you

than you might be of them.

Og was a frog

with a missing leg

In its place was a peg

But it made him mad

Because now when he jumps

he pokes holes in his pad

Oh no, your nose has run into your mouth!

You’ll have to try and fish it out

It boxed the yoke at the back of your throat,

It ran to your tum & then out through your bum


Now it's out it smells quite funny,

Next time don’t let it get so runny!

Hungry little molly

Had a leaf all on her own

Until then she went and ate herself

Out of house and home

When you look in the mirror

It's not yourself you see,

It's actually a twin sister or brother,

From an alternate reality.


You might think it’s just your reflection, 

Mimicking all of your moves,

But if you’re quick & jump about,

You’ll wear them down & catch them out.


A flower bud among the grass,

Set the garden all abuzz…

What colour are its petals?

They wondered & discussed.


It could be yellow, red or pink, or white, black, brown or blue,

Or orange, purple, grey or beige or any kind of hue!

Next morning the flower blossomed,

And the garden ceased their guessing.

A lovely little violet,

Just the colour that we’re missing!

The shellfish lined up on the beach

On a lovely sunny day

They took the shells from off their back 

And started to exchange


Most of the trades went on okay

But one crab felt shortchanged

When the swapping was all over 

He was feeling quite constrained


His shell was small and pokey

And it didn’t cover his head

He was looking for a villa

But had to settle for a shed

If cows moo

Do moose coo?


Could a wolf miaow?

Could a seagull howl?


And if I go woo,

Do you do too?

I knew a little bookworm

Who ate up all my books

She worked her way through all the pages

I’d say it must have taken ages,

But she told me not to worry

‘Cause she remembers all the stories.