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Poetry Box May challenge: some favourite dog and cat poems

My poetry books for children are full of poems are about cats and dogs, and I guess I was often inspired by our own cats and dogs. We don’t have any cats or dogs at the moment, so it was a magnificent pleasure reading about your pets, and the cats and dogs you invented. I love how the Samoan New Entrant class made up a poem together at Richmond Road School. What fun!

So many poems arrived in my email box – what a treat! But it meant it was hard picking just a few to post. I am so sad I couldn’t post all your brilliant poetry.

I can tell you all love writing, and writing poems is such a fun thing to do, whether your poems are serious or playful.

I have picked Isla, Ashton, Vitek and Jessie to send a copy of one of my books to.

Exciting news: I have two new animal books out this year with Penguin! Little Tales of Hedgehog and Goat (July) and Roar Squeak Purr (October). You can see the covers above and you can check them out on my Penguin page.

The Poems

Little Dog

Golden teddy bear face
Find a ball and chase
Smell a stick and munch
Sniff a bone and crunch
Wet sniffly nose 
Black velvet toes 
Sharp wiggly nails
Little stubby tails.

Yoshi, Y6, Helensville Primary School


Long delicate whiskers wave
Curly tail sways from side to side
Sharp claws grip on couch
Sensitive ears twitch listening for noise
Springing into the air with energy
like a supercharged missile

Porou, age 8, Te Parito Kōwhai Russley School

The German Dog

Lick, lick, lick
Slimy saliva dripped
Her furry tail waved
Her huge paws stomped
Her big puppy eyes looked at me

Michael, Y3/4, Te Parito Kōwhai Russley School

The Samoan NE Entrant class at Richmond Rd school (10 children, 5-6 years old) made up these together:

All Cats are Different

I have a cat and it is white and fluffy as a cloud.
I have a cat and it is as soft as a duck.
Its teeth are as sharp as scissors.
Its tale is as long as a python.
My cat hates water as much as I hate chilli. 
I love cats as much as I love chicken nuggets, ice cream and lollies.
My cat jumps as high as a giraffe.
My cat leaps like a frog.
I’d like a rainbow cat of red, green, yellow, pink, purple and blue.
If I had a cat I’d call it 
Dorito or Bunny
or Daisy or Feather
or Cherry or Ringo
or Fluff or Rose
or Spotty or Fishy
or Sarah or Mousey
or Shark!
Miaow! Growl!
Hiss! Yowl!
I have a cat and I give it a pat.
Purr, Purr, Purr!

All Dogs are Different

I have a dog and it can run as fast as a cheetah.
I have a dog and it can dig holes like a mole.
It likes to stick its head out of the car window
and let the wind wobble its ears and tongue.
My dog wears a pink jacket, as pink as my cheeks.
Some dogs are very clever and can chase the bad guys.
Some dogs are very clever and help blind people to walk.
Some dogs like to chase pine cones and bring them back.
Most dogs like to eat meat and sausages and steak.
If I had a dog I would call it
Mango or Coco
or Rainbow-Dash
or Godo or Chop
or Lucas or Rival
or Sprinkle or Pancake
or Broccoli!
Woof Woof!
Growl Growl!
Yap Yap!
Whine Whine!
I love my dog as much as I love basket-ball!
Wag! Wag!

NE class, Richmond Rd School

My cat once climbed a mountain
taller than the stormy sky
thundering louder then a lion’s roar.

Vitek, age 8, Y4, Ilam School


Taking a chance
Jumping on the bench
Sneaking past the sandwiches with a quiet purr
Past the fruit, with small soft steps
Past the butter and the cheese
Past the remnants from breakfast
Listening for movement with a guilty smile
Creeping up to last night’s roast
Missing the noise of the door swinging open
“No cats on the bench!”
Down comes the tea towel
Down jumps the cat 
Away goes the roast

Harriet, age 12, Y8, Selwyn House School

I Do For My Cat (a list poem)

I feed my cat fish for
I feed my cat potatoes for
I feed my cat gummy bears for
I take my cat to the graceful cherry

Leo, age 8, Y3, Ilam School

Naughty Bailey

Barks flooding the room,  
Bailey’s slobber all over, 
Soft fur running through my fingers, 

Bailey’s tail everywhere, 
I finally stand up, 
And see the couch torn in two!

Chloe, age 11, Y7, Selwyn House School

A Dog Poem

Long tail wags
Floopy ears flop
Fur like silk
Red tongue drops
Bows like a performer
Rolls like a rugby ball
Jumps like an athlete

Noel, Y8, Te Parito Kōwhai Russley School

On Watch

Bright shining moon looks over the fields
Looking for signs of movement
But almost everyone’s asleep
Apart from one cat

A large tabby cat is patrolling his border
Making sure no one enters his home
Making sure that his family is safe inside

He flicks his ears happily 
He lowers his legs
Curls his tail around him
As there is silence

Slowly the cat closes his green eyes
He relaxes
Enjoying the peaceful silence of the night

But he must not fall asleep
He must always be alert
Always on watch
Until the sun wakes

Olivia, age 11, Y7, Selwyn House School  


My cat Sonny
Is quite funny
He’s named after a rugby star
He listens to me when I play my guitar
I pet my cat dusk till dawn
When he wakes up he’ll go YAWN
My cat Sonny 
Is quite athletic 
He runs to the neighbours 
Quite energetic!
My cat Sonny 
Has a cat door
He mostly jumps off the roof
He really is quite a goof!

Sid, age 9, Westmere School


The cat’s tail
curls around the wall
claws scratch on soft carpet
paws softly crawl onto the sofa
eyes stare at the mouse 
mouth open wide
tongue licks its fur
clean as a white paper

Karin Y3/4, Te Parito Kōwhai Russley School


Ziggy can jump like a rabbit.
She pounces around outside like a weirdo.
She has a brownish gold coat and a pointy snout.
Her ears are as golden as the sun.
She has the most ridiculous barks in the world.

Florence Y3/4, Te Parito Kōwhai Russley School

Big Cat had one kitty inside her.
Kitty had a baby inside her!
Big Cat pops out kitties, cats, and babies!
“Mum, can we go and buy a wheelbarrow of kitty food?”

Sophia, aged 6, Green School

My Cat

My cat wants to be a princess 
She wants all the dresses
She wants to be pretty
She wants breakfast in bed
The guards will make her bed
She wants foot massages every day

Dinadee, room 5, Ilam School


Glowing golden eyes stare back at me,
Sharpening her claws on the cabbage tree.
Her ginger spots along her spine,
Who’s that cat? That cat is mine.

Fluffy and soft dark fur,  
A very loud, comforting purr.
Her whiskers are long and fine,  
Who’s that cat? That cat is mine.

Slithering through the grass,
Or staring at birds through the glass.
If wanting food she whines,
Who’s that cat?  That cat is mine.

Jessie, age 10, Westmere School

Hugo’s life

Lying in the golden sun with my tongue hanging out of my dry mouth 
Lolloping around the house when the lead is presented 
Hanging around the kitchen waiting in suspense 
for mum to drop some stringy mozzarella cheese on the floor
Wrestling on the couch with my brother Louis 
Curling up on the pink fluffy blanket waiting for someone to scratch my belly
Panting hard and waiting for a nice big drink of fresh cold water
Hoping that cuteness is my way to escape trouble
Swishing my tail so quickly that I could take someone’s eye out
Beaming when I see my family walk through the door
Devouring up my scrumptious dinner before bed 

Holly, age 12, Y8, Selwyn House School


As golden as the sun,
Ears as floppy as a puppy,
Nose as wet as a waterslide,
Paws as soft as can be,
Eyes as clear as the moon,
That’s my dog

Aysha, age 10, Y6, St Andrews School

Woffy the dog

Woffy runs around like a tornado.                     
He jumps like a kangaroo.
Woffy’s tail wags at the speed of light.
His ears flap like wings.
The sound energy calls Woffy’s name.
Woffy runs so fast you can barely see him.
He begs for bacon.
He whimpers for dog treats.

Kobe, age 9, St Andrews School


Cat’s whiskers quiver
Sleek fur stands up, now golden soldiers
Marching like rippling waves
The dog’s sharp teeth grin 
His tail wags, a clock ticking
He’s ready to pounce

They collide 
A mess of claws and fur
Fast cat jumps
Pinning down the scary dog

As the cat relaxes
The dog becomes a bed again
Muscles melt into pillows
Fur turns back into a blanket
Her illusion melts away
As she drifts off she knows 
At the next dog attack, she will be victorious 
She has been practising

Amelia, age 11, Selwyn House School 

My Cat Star

My cat is a crazy critter.
Dashing through the grass.
Purrs as loud as a lawnmower.
With stripey stripes, as stripey as a bumblebee.
As warm and cuddly as a fluffy blanket.
Waiting to catch a noisy bird
and begging for my bacon 
at the dinner table.
She is my shooting Star!

Chloe, age 8, Westmere School


When the shining sun starts to set,
And the fluffy clouds fade away, 
Lying in the near shadows 
Is Panther waiting to play.

Out he comes,
Looking for some dinner,
As he creeps into the jungle,
The moon’s light slowly gets dimmer.

 Further in Panther creeps,
His stomach starting to growl,
Then he takes a mighty leap,
And lets out an eardrum shaking howl

All the animals bow to him,
As he wanders past,

Georgia, age 10, Westmere School

Me and my dog

I wanted a dog for years and years but dad always said no,
I wanted a small fluffy brown one as fluffy and sweet as a bunny,
I wanted to call it Smartie like my favorite horse.
I was barely sleeping in my yellow bouncy bed 
when I heard moving branches,
so I went outside to check what it was 
in the shadows, there was a brown puppy,
he was weeping and crying with big cute baby eyes, 
so I asked my dad if we could keep him and guess what he said, 
he said yes!!

Lena, age 10, Y5, Selwyn House School

Super spy cat

Bulging eyes stare
Rough paws touch
Sensor nose detects
The super spy cat strolls on the
footpath outside my house
like a vicious tiger

Ashton, Y6, age 10, Te Parito Kōwhai Russley School

My Wild Cat

A sly walk to a warm place,
Fur  blankets the ground below,
The  little bell dinging  below his chin,
His black glossy coat gleaming in the sun,
Eyes as sharp as glass,
The  stare of a playful tiger,
Claws hidden in his fur,
Ready to pounce,
Springing like frogs,
Cuddling against the warm grass.

Phoebe, age 13, Y8, Selwyn House School


He the dog who comes out today
All he wants, is to get someone to play
When he gets the purr-fect touch
He strides around like the Dutch
But who is this cat with big blue eyes?
This cat protects every dog, big and small,
And that cat who protects every dog
Quickly became friends with the dog
Who, I forgot to mention, looks like a frog!

Xander, age 8, St Andrews School


Blaze barks
Energetic black and white spots
Surprise me
Standing at my door
I smile
Then he’s gone.
Suddenly he’s there
Behind me
Jumping on my bed

Sydney Aged 11, Year 7, St Joseph School, Waitara


Honey the horse
Owns the house
A naughty child
Dipped in gold
As energetic as she can be
Beautiful, young and car sick
Runs away like a cheetah
And still
Honeybee is our best dog

Tali Aged 10, Year 6, St Joseph School, Waitara


Glow worm hair
A collision of the sun and moon
Loves with all his heart
His jumps are mountainous
He’s as tall as an oil rig
And as strong as a bulldozer
He makes a good soft pillow
He drawls for my ice-cream
My 11-year-old baby
Is a rot wheeler named Tane.

Carley Aged 12, Year 8, St Joseph School, Waitara


He wears a white t-shirt and matching boots
He’s a lot older than me
That’s why all he wants to do is sleep and eat
His eyes are an emerald
And he sings with a siren call
He’s as soft as a cloud
While his smile is the sun
But beware
If you pick him up
He’ll make you bleed
With his sharp claws
My monster cat

Keira Aged 10, Year 6, St Joseph School, Waitara

Ninja Cat

Black and stealthy like a ninja
He’ll be in the shadows
You’ll hear him at night
All fear him
He’s like the terminator
Fur blowing in the wind
He stands like a villain
With surprise claw attacks
I call “Puss, puss!”
And he comes
Swiftly, silently
My fluffy ninja friend

Latu Aged 12, Year 8, St Joseph School, Waitara

My Dog Poppy

My dog Poppy looked like a bush.
She was as podgy as a carton of milk.
When we took her to the groomers
When she felt the hairdryer
she tried to eat it!
She was trying to grab it!
We said NO!
She ran.
I said ‘Poppy, No!’
When we got her back,
she was as beautiful as a lion.
We took her home.
She ran! No!
My dog Poppy looked like a bush…

Chloe, age 9, Westmere School


Zak is a small Chihuahua.
He is very old.
He is half blind,
And not very kind.
When we try to pick him up,
He just barks and growls,
Sometimes he howls,
And bites.
When we try to get him out of his basket,
He shakes and wiggles,
Which makes me giggle! 

Mia, age 12, Palmerston North Intermediate Normal School

Dog Poem

Light hazel fur and dark brown 
Ears. Muddy brown eyes. With a wet
and glossy nose, she never sheds a tear.
She snores in the emerald beanbag,
Everyday. She waits to watch
For her dinner, so she doesn’t 
Have to stray. Her tail wags 
Like willows, fluttering in the 
Breeze. Her nose sniffs hard
Like she has a disease. She 
Smells the juicy steak, cooking
On the barbie. She drools 
Fountains and prances around 
Like she’s dancing. She is Tutu.

Amelia C, age 12, Selwyn House School

Cat poem

The claws of a cat dig into the soil.
The purring of the drowsy kitten in the shape of a coil.
He is swift like a car zooming on the road.
He is small like petite toad.

His fur is white and soft like a stuffed animal and sometimes lazy like a cloud lounging in the sky.

 He jumps from one chair to the next while springing up high.
I cherish my warm, loving kitten Yuki.
They feel how you feel when you’re feeling droopy.

Isla, age 10, Selwyn House School

Poetry Box review: Steph Matuku’s Whetū Toa and the Hunt for Ramses

Whetū Toa and the Hunt for Ramses, Step Matuku, Huia Publishers, 2021

Steph Matuku’s children’s novel, Whetū Toa and the Hunt for Ramses came out last year. I have only just read it and love it so much want to track down the first one (Whetū Toa and the Magician) – more importantly I want to sing its praises to inspire you to read it too.

This is the kind of children’s book where the stars align and everything falls into perfect place: characters, plot, ideas, feelings, language, tension, surprise, illustrations. The cover artwork underlines how this book might engage you. Steph knows how to get a story to do a cartwheel, a forward or backward flip, so you end up somewhere surprising and different. I had to keep reading reading reading it, but forced myself to save the second half for the next day.

Character is such a vital hook for the reader, and Steph’s characters matter. Whetū is about to start school. She and her mum live at the magician’s place (I don’t know the backstory yet!), and Whetū’s job is to care for the animals. I am talking horses, a chicken (who might become a squawking multitude), a golden ram named Ramses, and a very helpful cat named Tori. None of the animal crew are happy about Whetū’s school return. Even though she has pledged to get up extra early so she can still look after them!

I adore Whetū. She is exactly the kind of character I want to carry with me at the moment. She has cunning and she has grit, she has tenderness and a sense of justice. She gets into difficult situations and figures out what to do, even though the magic in her fingertips is scarcely working.

I also adore Tori the helpful cat. Ramses goes missing so it is up to Whetū and Tori to find the ram. This is where the story forward flips and somersaults. Where you care so much about the characters but are never sure what will happen next. The blurb mentions starbeams, strange worlds, other planets and an evil magician, so I am not giving anything away there.

Buckle yourself in and enjoy the exhilarating ride this book offers, so much fun, so beautifully written and illustrated. You get magic and daring, you get insight and empathy, you get a novel that taps into what it means to human.

I put Whetū Toa and the Hunt for Ramses down, smiled from head to toe, and felt immensely grateful our world is a book world, a story world, a world in which we can connect and converse through the stories we share. Thank you.

Huia Publishers page

Steph Matuku (Ngāti Mutunga, Ngāti Tama, Te Atiawa) is a freelance writer from Taranaki. She enjoys writing stories for young people and her work has appeared on the page, stage and screen. Her first two novels, Flight of the Fantail and Whetū Toa and the Magician were Storylines Notable Books. Whetū Toa and the Magician was a finalist at the 2019 New Zealand Book Awards for Children and Young Adults. In 2021, she was awarded the established Māori writer residency at the Michael King Centre where she worked on a novel about post-apocalyptic climate change.

Poetry Shelf May challenge: Cats and Dogs

When I picked some favourite poems from my April cloud challenge, I showed how poems can do many different things with the same topic. You can check out the post here.

I had a long list of ideas for May but in the end picked my favourite thing to write about: 🐈‍⬛ cats and dogs 🦮. My own poetry books brim with cat and dog poems. Maybe because we had three cats and two dogs and they would always end up in a poem! Not all at once though. They liked to be the star and have a poem all to themselves. We have no pets now, but my daughter has the cutest new puppy named Pablo. And my friends have gorgeous newish kittens!

You can write a cat poem, or a dog poem, or a cat and dog poem.


ONE: Play with sound. Listen to the sound of every line. Make patterns that sound good with dog or cat words. Try short lines or long lines. Listen to how words sound as partners (elastic cat, darting dog, gingernut cat, chocolate chip dog).

TWO: Play with detail. Use you eyes to gather words that show what the animal looks like, how they move and sound. All cats look cute but not all cats are sleek and the colour of macaroni cheese!

THREE: Tell a story in a poem.

FOUR: Use your imagination. Invent your pet. Or use a real pet and invent something about it. Your poem can leap and bound in any direction you want.

FIVE: Memory. Go scavenging for a fascinating memory about your pet cat or dog (or someone else’s).

SIX: Use humour. It might be all the way through or saved until the last line! You choose!

SEVEN: Mood can be like the poem’s heart beat. Sometimes it is a challenge to write a sad poem without ever using the word sad. Or happy. Or mad. Other times those are the words you want to use. You choose!

EIGHT: Poem forms are like poem houses. They have rules but you can always PLAY with the rules. There are so many forms. Haiku, sonnets, acrostic, limericks. People write whole books about them.

NINE: I love how poems can surprise me. It might be the word you choose. What happens. The first line. The last line. What you don’t say. What you put next to something else.

TEN: Layers are fun. Poems have a truckload of things going on. Maybe everything above without realising it. I don’t think about it when I write a poem, but later I might see I have used my ears and eyes, my heart and mind. It makes me feel good when I write a poem, and writing a poem is always a mystery! It is a discovery. It is a hot air balloon ride. It is archaeology. It is a road trip. It is what you want it to be. No rules. Or you can use rules! The important thing is you enjoy writing it, and maybe you will discover a little something about words, yourself, and the world.

🦮 have FUN 🐈‍⬛

Deadline: 28th May

Send to:

Don’t forget to include: name, age, year, name of school

Put CAT or DOG POEM in subject line so I don’t miss it.

I will read at end of May and post a few favourites. It’s not a competition but I will give a few books away.

Poetry Box review: The Lighthouse Princess by Susan Wardell and Rose Northey

The Lighthouse Princess, Susan Wardell, illustrated by Rose Northey, Picture Puffin, 2022

Susan Wardell (author) and Rose Northey (illustrator) are a match made in heaven. The Lighthouse Princess is the most scintillating picture book I have read in ages. The first page offers an inviting scene. The pared back opening sentence set me daydreaming about how it might unfold into story.

“The princess lived
in a tower by the sea.”

Rose’s illustration holds me all through my morning coffee and my chocolate pastry before I turn the page. First the crumpled paper ocean, then the floating curiosities: a boat with a goldfish bowl, another setting sail with a tree. The lighthouse tower bends like the Leaning Tower of Pisa, upon a bed of rocks with flowers and seals and cascading water.

The princess lives alone in the lighthouse tower, looking after the light that keeps ships safe, and finds fascinating things to fill her day. And then something happens. Out of the blue. Out of the storm.

And I refuse to spoil the book by telling you what happens next!

Each page is a picnic spot of delight, the words reverberate and the illustrations gift intricate visual layers.

This is a story of filling a day, of finding ways to be content, whether alone or with friends. It is a story of light and lightness. Above all, it is a story of friendship.

The Lighthouse Princess is an altogether breathtaking heartwarming exquisite hug of a book. Sublimely written. Sublimely illustrated. I adore it.

Penguin page

Susan Wardell is from Dunedin, New Zealand. She lives by the harbour, and teaches at the University of Otago, while raising two small humans and a modest indoor jungle. Alongside academic writing Susan publishes in a variety of creative genres. Her poetry, micro-fiction, book reviews and literary essays have been published in a variety of journals throughout Australasia, and won several awards. Her first picture book for children, The Lighthouse Princess, was selected for the 2021 Storylines Gavin Bishop Award for Illustration.

Rose Northey is a Takapuna-born, Wellington-based illustrator and poet. She spent her childhood sketching animals with her grandfather and mother, doodled her way through an honours degree in Mechanical Engineering and after three years in Product Development Engineering tried her luck at a creative career. At first Rose focused on performance poetry, but one day, when her domestic flight was delayed, she sketched other waiting passengers and rediscovered her joy for drawing. She is the current champion of the Going West Writers Festival Poetry Grand Slam. Rose won the Storylines Gavin Bishop Award for Illustration in 2021, producing illustrations for The Lighthouse Princess.

Poetry Box April challenge: some favourite cloud poems

Poems are like the sky. Every sky view and every poem shows new lights, new cloud patterns, changing moods. Poets have been writing cloud poems for centuries, and we have been gazing into the sky since the year dot.

This month I have picked a few poems to show how poems can dance and sing in multiple ways. Just like the clouds.

I am sending a book to Tom, Ana and to Scarlet.

the poems

I am a big fan of imagination in poems. You can step off from real things and see where your words will lead you. I loved Tom’s poem because it surprised me. It’s not a bouncy castle, it’s bouncy candy floss! And somehow he carries us from melting chocolate to a comfy bed. Genius. I loved Ana’s poem because she imagines what it is like from the point of view of a cloud. And her poem goes full circle! Sublime.

The Cloud 

Inside the cloud is melting chocolate.
Inside the melting chocolate is bouncy candy floss
Inside the bouncy candy floss,
Is a warm comfortable bed.

Tom, age 7, Y3, St Andrews

Clouds Live With Us

Clouds in the sky
They smell like peppermint
They hear us talk
They see us live
They can touch the horizon
They can taste the fuel from an aeroplane
Clouds in the sky

Ana, age 8, Westmere School

I also love humour in a poem. Humour can make you laugh out loud but it can also be a quiet smile. Cooper’s poem made me smile. The poem is imaginative. The ‘nose’ line made me smile and it got me thinking how clouds look like all kinds of things. Ah! The idea of a pet cloud! Amber’s poem also made me smile as I loved the idea that she is so loud she would never be able to hear a cloud anyway! Two double brilliant quiet smile poems.

Do you have a Pet Cloud?

Could go as grey as an old rusty car
Love goes all around the big blue sky
Or a white bump, bigger than a book
Us and clouds are not the same
Does a cloud have a nose?
Soft and white all over

Cooper D Age 8 Westmere School

So Quiet

I’m loud
But not clouds
They stay quiet
They’re soft and fluffy.
I’ve never heard a cloud
Because they’re quiet
And I’m loud.

Amber P, 7 years old, 3, St Andrew’s College Preparatory School

Sometime poems are like miniature stories. I love the way Sonia’s poem is full of cloud characters that come alive with strong detail. I also like how she has added in some cloud terms for an extra layer of interest. Brilliant!

The Clouds

The clouds are kittens playing in the sky
Batting at the sun through it’s way too high
Jumping and tumbling little and light
All through the day and into the night

A dragon snakes through the sky
Rainbows glittering in his eye
Morning sun turns scales gold
He sings his song a tale so old

Antelopes jump on cumulus clouds
Their heads turn to the sun bowed 
They land on altostratus fields 
In the moonlight, their horns shine like steel

Songs run like cirrus through hearts
Staring all day watching clouds change and restart
The moon smiles the stars grin 
Natural beauty like this is very slim

Sonia, age 12, Y8, Selwyn House School 

Physical detail and strong similes can make a poem come alive! Liliana has packed terrific detail in her poem. I loved imagining the ballerina cloud. My head is bursting with cloud pictures after reading her poem. Scarlett has also packed sublime cloud detail in her poem. The similes are fresh and surprise me. Every word is carefully chosen and adds to the cloud images. Each line also sounds wonderful. Try saying: ‘whirlwind gusts’ and ‘sugar spun pink’. Genius! Both poets have used ears and eyes to produce standout cloud poems.


Colourful, depending on the time of day
Light and full of air
Over the ground and the tallest buildings
Up, up, up in the sky, higher than the Sky Tower
Dancing like a beautiful ballerina
Soft and fluffy as sheep’s fleece.

Liliana Age 8 Westmere School


Ghosts in the sky
Haunting the sun, overshadowing the world  
Grappling at the paint doused sky 
Being whisked away by the whirlwind gusts 

Sunsets powdered with a sprinkle of fog 
Mist clinging to the ground, sugar spun pink
Islands In the sky 
Kites scattered like sprinkles

Scarlett, age 12, Y8, Selwyn House School

Poems can be simple like my cloud photo above, or knotty and thick with fascinating sounds and ideas, moods and images. I love layers in poems! All the poems I have picked have more than one thing to admire. Check the sound. Check the images that unroll. There may a terrific slice of something real or an imagination bounding. I am finishing up with Rebecca’s poem which imagines, invents, and has used ears and eyes in its making. Wonderful!

Sheep in the sky

Sheep clouds jump about the sky
with no care in the world.
one turns black,
and the shepherd shears them all,
and down below
we see it fall
and call it rain and snow.

Rebecca F, Age: 8, Selwyn House

I had such fun reading all the poems you sent me. i hope you try my May challenge (up this week). Read my tips and starting point and play with what a poem can be or do.