Poems

Poem

I am the word juggler.
I juggle the words
like swords.
I slice sense
with poetic license.

Poem

There she was on the news,
Miss Goody Two Shoes
caught on CCTV.

Don't look so shocked.
Of course you know who – who else but Goldilocks!

Poem

I opened a book
and a hand fell out.
I turned a page
and heard a shout:
'I'm lost in a wood;
my mother's no good.'
I couldn't bear to look

Poem

The man sitting on the settee,
stroking a cat and watching TV
isn't me.
I am the settee.

Poem

Who will bring me the hush of a feather?
“I,” screeched the Barn Owl. “Whatever the weather.”

Who will bring me the shadows that flow?
“I,” snarled the Tiger. “Wherever I go.”