One of my favourite bits from Glissen and I’m putting it in Flidzerina too.

Twitty was hiding under the crystal floor.

Black had discovered the pixie was down there and knew that if the Witch found out, she would make a magic spell that would free it. Then she might not need Black any more to be her little helper. So Black did not tell Glissen. For days, he sat and purred over the place where the pixie contentedly created crystal patterns.  This caused the ice in the floor to harden and become cloudy. So the secret remained safe.

One day Ice Witch Glissen, in a bad mood,   sulked and grizzled and stomped to try to cheer herself up.. She stomped so much that her floor quivered and turned various shades of purple and pink.

glissen stomping

Despite her bad mood, she noticed how attractive this was and so she experimented with her stomping. She found that if she stomped with her left foot the floor was deep purple, almost violet. Then when she stomped with her right foot the floor changed to bright magenta. When she took a great running leap off the table, the floor became a beautiful shade of mauve.

She bent down to pull up her boots, which were beginning to wear out. Stomping does not help to keep boots in tiptop condition. She pointed her left foot and admired the curve of her big toe that could just be seen poking out of her boot.

Then she saw the crystal floor. She had not noticed it before. It was especially translucent in the middle of the floor where Black usually sat.

 

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Jenny Panda in the middle interview with Kelly Mcintyre on Cogeco

I was interviewed in 2012 by Kelly Macintyre on Cogeco TV.

My interview is somewhere in the middle of  2 other interviews -speaking with Jennifer Smith, about MCA Film Forum, and Nancy Cuttle, a local sculptor.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RQ3cdnHsni8&sns=em

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An excerpt from Tales of Glissen by Jenny Panda

When Lorenzo awoke, he realized that he had miscalculated the world to which he had traveled. He found himself in a little girl’s room. She had long dark curls and was snoring gently in her little pink bed.

      He climbed up the covers that hung down around her and studied her carefully. His whiskers tickled her face and she woke with a start.

      Jane was amazed to see a little grey mouse staring into her eyes.

      “Aah!” she shrieked.

      “Shush!” squeaked Lorenzo.

      Jane was surprised to discover that this little creature seemed to understand.

      “Go away!” she exclaimed “You’re ever so sweet but I can’t keep pets.  My Mother is allergic to everything furry.”

      “I don’t want you to keep me. I need your help to find my way back home.”

      With a creak, the door to Jane’s bedroom slowly swung open. Her mother stood there, sneezing a little, sleepily rubbing her eyes, her hair disheveled.

      “Are you having a bad dream, sweetie?” she asked kindly. “I heard you talking in your sleep.”

      “I just woke up, Mommy. I’m okay.”

      Her mom tucked Jane in and kissed her before she went back to her own room.

      “Sleep tight!” she called.

 

      “And don’t let the goblins bite!” replied Jane.

      “What goblins?” asked Lorenzo warily, venturing out from under the bed.

      “Oh, it’s just something I say when Mommy tucks me in.”

      The door swung open again.

      Lorenzo looked around for a place to hide and just had time to jump into a fluffy slipper under her bed.

      “Jane go to sleep! You can’t talk to your toys now. It’s three in the morning.”  Mom complained as she looked around the room and tidied up some toys that lay on the bed.

      Jane’s mother walked out of the room again and closed the door.

      Jane hung upside down and looked under the bed. She wondered where this intelligent little mouse could have gone.  Sitting up, she swung her legs over the side of the bed and put her toes into her furry panda bear slippers.

      “Eek!” the mouse and the girl both screeched in unison.

      Shaking her head tiredly, Jane’s mother listened for a moment and then lay down and went back to sleep.

      Lorenzo crept from the slipper and Jane let him climb onto her hand.

      She found her flashlight and was able to form a tent under her covers so that any sound they made was muffled.

      Lorenzo explained that he had fallen asleep and somehow woken up in Jane’s world instead of his own in Glissen’s Ice Palace.

      “Wouldn’t you like to stay here?” she asked gently. “It must be very cold and scary there.”

      “That is where I belong.” explained Lorenzo. “My family and friends are all there. What would I do in this world? Anyhow, your Mom was sneezing because she is allergic to me.”

      “I wish I could have a pet. We had a little white fluffy dog we called Ralphy but Mom sneezed so much that we had to give him away. I loved him so. He used to follow me everywhere. He was my best friend.”

      Lorenzo told Jane all about his family and where they lived. He talked all about Black the cat and Glissen and how all the little creatures that lived in the Ice palace always had lots to eat because there were always crumbs around the floor of the kitchen. Life was never dull.

      Lorenzo loved his home and wanted to return.

      “Do you think if I go back to sleep I’ll manage to find a way back to the Ice Palace?”

      “You should try. Go to sleep then!”

      So Lorenzo lay down on Jane’s pink pillow under the tent made by the sheets and tried to sleep. He tossed and turned but sleep would not come.

      “How about if I read to you?” whispered Jane.

      She found a story about a girl who had to spin straw into gold so that she could marry a king. Jane had always wondered why she would want to marry this king because he was so demanding.  A little green wrinkled man came each evening and helped the girl make gold.  The picture of the king’s castle in the storybook was very much like the Ice Palace that Jane had dreamed about quite often.  It was so beautiful, all white and blue and sparkly in the frosty air.

      Jane and Lorenzo fell into a deep sleep and together they dreamed.


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FLIGHT

 

 

I first drew this feather in 1966. Then I painted an 8′ x 4 ‘ board of it in a variety of colours. This was cut in half and made into a screen by my sister.

Now I have painted it again. I may do it again…. bigger…..

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LILY

 THERE IS SOMETHING ABOUT A LILY….

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BREATHE

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A Portrait to commemorate the 50th anniversary of Jamaican Independence

Lloyd’s Grandma

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Last Year

Last year I was in England in the spring.

Delicate pink blossom covered everything.

Gold, purple, blue and snow white flowers were seen.

In every garden, roadside, different shades of green.

I had not been in England for some years,

My memories of that land cost me tears,

For when in vain I fly to a bedside,

Too late to hear fond voices,

Some have died.

Every few years for loving, precious days,

I visit my old country,

Tread past ways.

Remaining friends are welcoming,

But here’s the thing:

This land is full of meaning and my life.

Despite long snowy winters, toil and strife,

Twas here played out the story of my dreams,

Fulfilling all my hopes and fruitful schemes.

This year I am in Canada in spring.

Pink blossom covers everything.

Gold, purple, blue and snow white flowers are seen.

In every garden, roadside, different shades of green.

Jenny Panda

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MARION

 

 A Painting I did of Marion, a founding member of our Art Group.

Marion

It was many and many a year ago

When I first saw her doing Tai Chi.

She was wearing a golden satin suit,

Shining brightly for all to see.

And the women who followed her gentle moves

Imitated her carefully.

 

Kindly and clever, funny and smart,

She inspired all with tales of the past.

Marion held us enthralled with her wonderful life-

Entertained us many a laugh.

 

She painted the Main Street all through the year

In Spring and in Summer and Fall.

With a delicate touch, her pictures were bright,

Now hanging on many a wall.

 

Up to the last she continued to learn-

Painting portraits and jazz she could play.

Her brilliance continues to shine in our hearts

And inspire us for many a day.

 

Jenny Panda

 

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ARTFUL POETRYARTFUL POETRYARTFUL POETRYARTFUL POETRY

This is the link to the Artful Poetry workshop for 7-11 yearolds I presented in Oakville in April at QEPCC
We are planning more poetry workshops for 2013 for 4-14 year olds involving Art, Drama and Music at QEPCC

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