Dropping Down and Becoming Excited
Linda the potato and Sylvester the carrot were clinging tightly to Big Bruce the blue balloon’s thick, blue hair as they dropped through the star-filled night. There wasn’t so much as a breath of wind and Big Bruce could no longer float. They were going down, down, down. The three friends were becoming more and more excited because they were heading towards a brightly coloured circus tent. Lots of happy music and clapping was coming from the huge tent. It was made up of so many colours that Linda the potato was sure it was almost impossible to count them all.
“We’re going to land on top of the tent,” Big Bruce called out. “Just where the pointy bit sticks up.”
“That’s right at the middle of the very top,” said Sylvester the carrot, as he pushed some of his long purple hair away from his face so he could see better.
“No. No we’re not going to land on top,” said Linda the potato. She was bending over the side of Big Bruce while clinging on tightly as they came closer to the ginormous tent. Her blue eyes were wide behind her pink-framed glasses as she tried to work out where they would land. “There’s a hole close to the top of the tent and I think we’re going right through,” she said.
“Whoopee! This is cool,” Sylvester the carrot called out, and he clapped his long-fingered purple hands in excitement. “We’re going to land in the middle of the circus.”
Copyright: Andrew Pender-Smith
‘Big in the Big Top’ is the fourth and final story in the ‘Be Brave’ series involving Big Bruce the blue balloon, Linda the potato who loves singing and everything pink, and Sylvester the carrot with long purple hair who lies to dance. You may find the series on Amazon.
The sky cracked open
and I spun away
with whirling lights in my head.
The great bird beneath me
opened its wings
and flapped from
one fantastic place to another.
Moons sang and suns
danced in one wild, weird place,
while delicate frost touched trees
of rainbow hues in another.
The black bird opened its orange beak
and sang us onwards
until we came to a frozen lake.
Silver children skated its
and butterflies of sparkling ice sang:
‘’Isn’t this nice.
Isn’t this nice.’’
We journeyed on past planets
of indescribable blue
and shot up a waterfall
that roared and rushed into
valleys vast and mysteriously deep.
We came to a full, red moon
that was spinning and jigging to its own
It smiled at the black bird and
waved at me before floating away
over a long, green stream
of ribboning bubbles and delicate spray.
Finally, the air turned wonderfully warm
while a billion waltzing stars
catapulted in exotic, endless display.
Then, down, down we planed
in a golden moment that
jetted us over a gleaming sea.
‘’Home again. Home again,’’
the black bird sang with me.
I was now on soft beach sand.
I turned around once and the bird
was gone, flying on to I know not where.
I lay down on the fine, fine sand and
held onto memory after mad, marvellous memory
as one wild moon after another
looked down and winked at me.
© Andrew Pender-Smith
The Spaceship Shook
It was suddenly midnight blue
and a light flashed through
the hitherto unreachable galaxy.
Mars, Jupiter and Neptune were fun
but travelling beyond the Milky Way we spun
out of control on the intergalactic highway.
The spaceship shook and veered to the right.
Before our eyes was the most spectacular sight:
a purple and green place filled with shooting stars!
Our hair stood on end as we dropped
between multi-coloured, popped-
open comets and angry-ganged asteroids.
We left our craft, clambered on a falling
star and went pink-planet exploring.
This was whizzing- wild alien territory!
A whispering breeze took us from planet
to planet as a cold, crystal blanket
of singing ice sighed and parted.
The planet’s floor was creviced and black.
Pale purple mountains moaned as a crater began to crack
open and we drifted to a satin lake.
We glided out into luminous night
in a boat of curious sight
and entered a most peculiar city.
Buildings rose and dropped and bopped around
as a billion silver people danced upon the ground
and waved while a vanilla river swept us away.
At last we came upon a catapulting star
that shrieked and shot us up, out far,
till we landed back on the now invisible spaceship.
In full throttle and changing gear
we began to steer
our way to earth.
From far, far off we thought we
heard the sounds of mirth,
of a billion silver people laughing.
But a little blue moon put out
its arms to dance with our craft
and we never did find out who laughed.
Instead, we clapped and we wept
for it had been fun
but we couldn’t remember
how it had all begun.
And we wanted to do it again,
and again, and again.
© Andrew Pender-Smith
This poem has been used as a choral verse in schools, appears in an anthology of the Speech and Drama Association of South Africa, and in a collection of poems called ‘Fantastic Spacey Racy Thing and Lots and Lots of Other Poems’ by Andrew Pender-Smith. Those interested in using the poem are free to do so provided full acknowledgement of the author is made. If you enjoyed this fantasy poem, you may enjoy ‘A Strange, Sweet Lullaby’ published on Green Monkey Publications on the 12th of February 2018.
With good wishes,
A Strange, Sweet Lullaby
I was up in a mind-blowing
solar system, sitting on
an ice-blue dragon with
glittering, shimmering wings.
My mind was a new shooting star
as I sang in the star-spangled brightness
of a billion bauble-filled vistas.
Far to the left were peppermint moons
while right close by were
peach-coloured, cartwheeling butterflies.
The planets that spun and danced on their
way to distant, dazzling suns
were tiny and topaz and strawberry pink.
The dragon arrowed up, up, up into a
whole new place, and it glowed to the
tip of its tail before it sang in a resonant voice.
It was a strange, sweet lullaby that was
smooth and gloriously soothing.
The peppermint moons listened and
hummed a refrain to the constant streaming
of tinkling platinum particles.
Then we were no longer alone as dragon
after wing-flapping dragon was there,
each with a laughing child on its back.
Where we were going, I cannot say,
but that it was good to be there,
each happy child understood.
The Earth was barely a memory
and the vistas before us were warm
and utterly welcoming.
We put up our hands and clapped
as we sang.
Up, up we soared into
soft, streaming light.
And we never looked back!
Our faces, our eyes, and then
all of us bounced and beamed into
the billion bright baubles and we
each became one of them.
The dragons planed down.
They were going back to Earth.
We had found a new place
way beyond outer space,
and we were now beautifully
part of it all.
call it what you will,
but we were still us and
also new again,
and it was an absolute thrill.
© Andrew Pender-Smith 2018
If you enjoyed this poem, you might like to also read ‘THAT’S FANTASTIC!’ by Andrew Pender-Smith. Click on the link to take a look. http://www.amazon.com/dp/B078HF378N
Happy New Year to all those who have interacted with me on the Green Monkey Publications website, as well as to those who might have just come across this particular creative space for the first time. Sebastian de Ververt joins me and Craig Carden by saying:
Have de Happee New Year.
Have de fun.
Have de laughter.
Don be naughtee.
Well, not too much…
Take care. Stay healthee.
Keep swinging creativelee.
Frum Sebastian de Vervet,
everyone’s favourite jumpee monkey
Those who have read Craig Carden’s ‘Easter Beside an Estuary’ have called it a “beautiful love story” and ‘tenderly written”. Brad Peters and Karl van Aswegen meet at a top boarding school, where they fall in love. Their affair reaches its height on a citrus farm in rural Zululand, South Africa. They ride together, swim naked, fish and make love. Brad, the blond and highly artistic one and Karl, the dark-haired sport player, want their closeness to go on forever. Karl’ s turbulent and brooding older brother Stephan, the crocodiles in the river and the snakes in the steamy undergrowth, are not their only danger. One far, far greater comes out of a hot South African night…
I encourage you to click on the link and, hopefully, you will soon be embroiled in the story of love, joy and pain that was Brad and Karl’s time in a flawed Eden.
Merree Christmas an de Happee New Year
Sebastian de Vervet says dat if you are
de one celebrating Christmas den
an den I’m tinking, tinking it’s also time for
de New Year.
I’m saying, ‘’Happee, Happee New Year.’’
Have some fun.
May de good times come.
Don be naughtee. Well, not too much…
I’m making special wishes for those
May you make your best work yet
be it painting, prose or poetry.
Sebastian de Vervet
Andrew Pender-Smith and Craig Carden of Green Monkey Publications say “Merry Christmas and Happy New Year” too.
Hip Hip Hooray! ‘THAT’S FANTASTIC!’ the third children’s story in the ‘Be Brave’ series by Andrew Pender-Smith has just been released. I encourage you to take a look by clicking on the link http://www.amazon.com./dp/B078HF378N
The others in the series are ‘Floating into Happiness’ and ‘Singing and Clapping’.
The photo at the top of the page was used to create the cover.
‘An Absolute Killing’, a new novelette by Andrew Pender-Smith, has just been published on Amazon kindle by Andrew Pender-Smith. It is the latest in a number of short works he has written in the suspense/horror and mystery genres. Click on the link to see the book and learn more about it. http://www.amazon.com/dp/B0786NMF6C
The photo was used for the cover of the novelette.