Spinning Away

red moon

Spinning Away

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

myriad-coloured surface

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

private tune.

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

pink planet
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,

Andrew Pender-Smith



A Strange, Sweet Lullaby

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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.

And us?

We had found a new place

way beyond outer space,

and we were now beautifully

part of it all.

‘Transmogrified?’, ‘Transcended?’

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



2018 – Happy New Year


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




Merree Christmas and de Happee New Year


Merree Christmas an de Happee New Year

Sebastian de Vervet says dat if you are
de one celebrating Christmas den
‘Merree Christmas’,
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
into creativity.
May you make your best work yet
be it painting, prose or poetry.

‘’Happee Happee’’

Sebastian de Vervet

Andrew Pender-Smith and Craig Carden of Green Monkey Publications say “Merry Christmas and Happy New Year” too.


Rhyming Answers Game


Rhyming Answers Game

A little lateral thinking can go a long way to encourage the mind to come up with new ideas. The ‘Rhyming Answers Game’ is a fun way to keep thinking fresh. I have used this with students of dramatic arts and English. The game always proves lively and entertaining, and it definitely enhances their abilities as thinkers and communicators.

In essence, they are asked to answer a question in rhyme. It may be one they come up with themselves or one that is given to them. Here are two examples:

Q. Do you like insects?


No, not really.

They have too many

Spindly legs and when

They move, I think they look

Mad and scary.

Q. Would you love to go to outer space?


 I think it would be amazing.

I would fly through the Milky Way

And do close-up star gazing.

I’d do flick-flacks all along

Jupiter’s glowing ring

And sing a rock song

I’d float way above every moon

And shout down to Earth ‘’I love

It up here so I won’t be coming back

Any time soon.


That’s it for now. Thank you for reading.       

As per usual, ‘’Happy Creating’’.

Andrew Pender-Smith

Please note: I first came across this game in a book called Party Games for Children by Mary Vivian.



Sea Horse



Sea Horse


Simply shining

easily gliding

and then beautifully still


How peaceful you look

over the tangling seaweed

regal and miniature

slip-sliding away now

easily moving in the soft, blue glow

                                                Andrew Pender-Smith

I wrote a number of acrostics to do with the sea a few weeks ago. You may read them in the earlier posts on acrostics simply by scrolling down. This particular poem appears in the current anthology within the syllabus of  the Speech and Drama Association of South Africa.

Underwater Poems Done as Acrostics Continued …




ocean lovers




in near-blue sea

spinning, racing, diving



Cold and clear



never-ending vistas of mesmerising,

softly undulating underwater scenes









Sea Storm

Savage fury


across miles of ocean


Sending fish scattering

travelling in mad panic

outwitting oscillating currents

rampaging winds whip waves into

mighty jumps and crashes, flaying thousands

                                                     Andrew Pender-Smith                                 









A Matter of Perception – Play Time! (Part Three)


A Jungle Storm

The brightest butterfly in the world

lands flicking, fluttering on

a beautiful jungle flower.

A buck comes to sip from

a silent jungle pool.

Then a jungle storm comes,

loud and strong,

tossing jungle trees,

and the brightest butterfly in the world

waits quietly

beneath soft jungle leaves.

                               Andrew Pender-Smith

The above poem is a short lyric. The poem below also looks at a butterfly in a peaceful jungle setting until a storm arrives. This poem consists of five haiku that have been linked together to create a lyric.

A Jungle Storm

A butterfly on

a forest flower

beautifully there.

A buck comes

to sip from a silent pool

dainty and watching.

Then, a jungle storm

tossing, bashing jungle trees.

Where is the butterfly?

The radiant beauty

is beneath jungle petals

just waiting, quietly.

                                         Andrew Pender-Smith

Which of the poems works better? You decide. Now, how about trying an exercise like this yourself. Perhaps turn a lyric into a narrative or, as I have done, take the thoughts and feelings explored in a lyric and see if you are able to express them just as well, or even better, in a series of haiku. A newspaper report as a ballad or epic? Enjoy experimenting. 

With good luck from me.

Andrew Pender-Smith

Parts one and two were published on the 6th and 7th of July.