Overheard in a Tower Block

In the pitch of night

two knights shared a thought,

with a sword in each hand

as they slashed and fought

on the highest ramparts

of the crumbling fort.

Rising Stars: New Young Voices in Poetry

Her pockets are never empty.

She says pockets are for running.

So she keeps them full,

Stuffs universes into them,

And says it is just the essentials.

 

Rising Stars: New Young Voices in Poetry

A poem in which I am growing.

 

A poem in which I am a tree,

And I am both appreciated and undervalued.

 

Rising Stars: New Young Voices in Poetry

We are staring at the moon

and I think for a second we become

wolves again.

Screaming at the stars,

growling at the idea

that this night might end

Rising Stars: New Young Voices in Poetry

I have always wanted to be nocturnal,

To Live by the light of the moon.

There’s something about the stars – they’re eternal.

I pray the sun sets soon.

 

Rising Stars: New Young Voices in Poetry

My little brother loves superheroes.

He wants to change the world,

get the keys to the city and save the girl.

 

I watch the films with him all the time,

Rising Stars: New Young Voices in Poetry

I’m looking up into the sky

And I am thinking, how can it be this big?

Why is there so much of it?

How do we all fit?

I am thinking all these things

The Rainmaker Danced

Green misled me into the woods.

Blue tried to drown me in the sea.

 

White smothered me in balls of clouds.

Yellow caught me on a double yellow line.

 

The Rainmaker Danced

 

The Hairyboos were hairy, the Smoothyboos smooth.

But they lived side by side and were never rude.

The Rainmaker Danced

Stand in line

they said.

So he did.

Toe the line

they said.

So he did.

Sign on

the dotted line

they said.

So he did.

 

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