These two poems ‘I’ and ‘I Am A?’ are the last in this series of one or two children’s poems in a picture. More may follow later this year. As per usual, anyone who wishes to use them, such as in a poetry speaking festival or theme programme, is most welcome to do so.
With good wishes,
This is the latest in the short series of children’s poems placed inside a photo. Teachers and students of English and the dramatic arts are free to use them. I hope they prove fun and useful.
With good wishes,
Two more poems in this short series of children’s poems placed within a picture. As with the other poems on this site, teachers and young performers are free to use them with acknowledgement. Enjoy!
Zippp…… Splat! is the third poem in a short series I am creating in which a children’s poem is placed in a photo. As some of you may know, I have been writing and publishing children’s poetry for years. Should anyone wish to use the poem, they are more than welcome to do so. Enjoy!
Another photo and poem combination will follow later this week.
‘Grasshopper Jump’ is the second picture and children’s poem combination I am doing in a short series of these little works. The first was ‘Hello Butterfly’.
”Hello Butterfly” is a short poem for children I placed into a photo. Anyone who has looked at earlier posts will have seen and read poems for children written by me. I have had numerous poems used in schools in South Africa. My particular interest is in writing poems for children to use in Speech and Drama as exercises or for public performance. To this end, a book of my poems for young people called ”Fantastic Spacey Racy Thing and Lots and Lots of Other Poems” was published a few years ago. Anyone wishing to use ”Hello Butterfly” is free to do so with acknowledgement of the poet.
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