Image
Night Journey
By Kate Wakeling
from Moon Juice
TYPE
PoemWhen it's like this,
when mum is driving
and everyone is quiet,
heads toppling with sleep,
and the motorway is a dizzy black
slicked with lights,
when it's like this,
the car is not a mile machine.
New thoughts fizz from nowhere.
New thoughts tick and gleam,
find strange shapes,
strange colours,
build things,
grow wings.
New thoughts sizzle out into the dark.
Old thoughts find new homes,
new roads
or
pop like bubbles.
Worries go slow mo,
fade to grey
and vanish.
Because the car is not a mile machine.
It is a thought machine.
VIDEOS
CLiPPA TEACHING SEQUENCES
Sign up to unlock this teaching resource
Moon Juice CLiPPA Teaching Sequence (1).pdf