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Poet's Calendar
Read more...JANUARY Janus am I; oldest of potentates; Forward I look, and backward, and below I count, as god of avenues and gates, The years that through my portals come and go. I block the roads, and drift the fields with snow; I chase the wild-fowl from the frozen fen; My frosts congeal the rivers in their flow, My fires light up the hearths and hearts of men. FEBRUARY I am lustration, and the sea is mine! I wash the sands and headlands with my tide; My brow is crowned with branches of the pine; Before my chariot-wheels the fishes glide. By me all things unclean are purified, By me the souls of men washed white again; E'en the unlovely tombs of those who ...
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Poor Turkey Girl
Read more...In early times there lived a girl who was so poor that she earned her bread as a turkey-herd. Every morning she left her tumble-down home to collect the flocks of families richer than her own. She would drive them out into the plains and watch all day as they foraged among the dry grass. Sometimes she was so lonely that she talked to the birds. “How I wish that I had a pretty dress,” she would say. “And nice food, and a ribbon for my hair.” But although she was shabby, she had a kind heart and always looked after the birds in her care. Because of this, the turkeys were obedient and always came when she called. One day the girl was driving her birds out of town when they passed...
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Radiant
Read more...The radiant sun stretched down its golden fingers and crept beneath my curtain, cascading onto my carpet. As the sun touched my soft, pale forehead I leaned out of bed. It was almost calling me to stand in its' light and absorb its saffron glory. I was reluctant to leave the suns shimmering power when my mum called "Get ready! We're going to the park!" This got me moving, in a few short seconds I had scrambled downstairs, to wait for my mum. As I stepped out of the glossy black door it was like stepping into a canvas splashed with cobalt, gilt yellow, and vibrant green and lots of other luxurious colours. When I arrived with my mum I couldn't resist the temptation to just stand a...
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Rainy Day
Read more...Under garish pink umbrella stood a sumptuous looking lady her red lips clashed with her orange designer dress and her flamingo pink beret. In her hand was a maroon handbag and in her handbag was a caramel coloured chihuahua. Looking around she was the only star in the night sky. On the other side of the road was a bedraggled idiot holding a newspaper above his head. The soft patting of the rain splashed on the impervious metal roofs of passing by cars. Loud music was coming from the open windows of cars. She looked around and found everyone staring and turned her nose at them. A giant shroud had covered the city, the streets were empty but just a hint of sunshine managed to shine throu...
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Sally The Homesick Alien
Read more...A million years ago, there lived an alien called Sally. Sally lived on Mars. She went out for a walk one day and she saw a man from Earth standing between two big, red rocks. Sally ran back home calling out “there’s a man on our planet!” But before she got there, the man chased after Sally saying “I won’t hurt you.” So Sally stopped and she let the human being take her down below to Earth. She stayed on Earth for quite a while but one night she looked up at the night sky and saw her family. She realised Mars was a better planet and she wanted to go home. She started to think how much she was missing her family so the next day she secretly began to make a rocket so she could go back ...
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Secret in the cellar
Read more...Last lesson, Friday afternoon – numeracy. Time crawled so slowly, I thought it had stopped. I liked numbers. They made sense to me. They didn’t slip and slide off in all directions like words did when I was writing. They moved obediently into neat rows and columns so Mrs Taylor could give each answer a bright green tick. I’d finished the sheet, even the extra questions. I wanted the bell to ring. I checked the clock again. It still said 3.15. Fifteen minutes to go. I yawned. Our classroom was hot and stuffy. A trapped bluebottle buzzed angrily against the window pane beside me. The bell of an ice cream van tinkled in the distance. ‘Have you finished, Anna?’ Mrs Taylor’s voice ...
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Shona
Read more...When Shona lost her phone she thought that was the Worst. But there was something worse than the Worst. Because, even though she had no headphones, Shona started to hear music. Everywhere. All the time. Her entire life had somehow got itself a soundtrack. It started on the bus. She tried to share her pain with Ellie, “No tunes, no facebook, no numbers - what am I supposed to DO?” “Exactly,” said Ellie without looking up from facebook. Then the shark-attack music from Jaws came pounding through the bus. Harsh Nicole had just got on and was stomping down the walkway exactly in time to the music. At first Shona thought the bus had some stereo system of its own. It looked so funny that Sho...
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Solving A Story Writing Problem
Read more...Once upon a time there lived a young man who loved to write stories about the world. Every year he chose a different animal to write a story about. One night he couldn’t think of a new animal to write about so he went onto the Internet to try and find something but he still could not find anything so then he just began all over again word for word. To do that, he had to work all night to do it so he decided he would stop writing stories about animals of the world and started writing about flowers instead.
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Song On A May Morning
Read more...Now the bright morning-star, Day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the East, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire! Woods and groves are of thy dressing; Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
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Summer Evening
Read more...The sandy cat by the Farmer’s chair Mews at his knee for dainty fare; Old Rover in his moss-greened house Mumbles a bone, and barks at a mouse. In the dewy fields the cattle lie Chewing the cud ‘neath a fading sky; Dobbin at manger pulls his hay: Gone is another summer’s day.
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Sunset
Read more...If your sun is setting in the west, Do not watch where it has disappeared But turn your face to East And wait for it to re-emerge !
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Sweet Architect
Read more...Sweet architect! I hope you are listening to the clamors in my head I hope you see the pain I feel in my chest I hope you see that I really am trying my best Sweet architect! I hope you’re seeing the tears my eyes harbor I hope you realize that my heart sobs I hope you see me in my origin as someone with naught Sweet architect! I hope you see my soul is a mess I hope you see me try again and fall back on earth I hope you see my laid back at night trying to reach the heavens for help Sweet architect! I hope you see me wishing I could change Become a better person in this age I hope you see that I have been damaged Sweet architect! I hope you see the need I need I ...
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The Art of Being Three
Read more...I like being me and I like being three Not two, not four, just me being me I really like dirt and any dirt will do Dirt on me dirt on them and even dirt on you I like Popsicle sticks and Popsicles too Purple on grapes and blueberries blue. I eat with my fingers and drum with my spoon And dream of the cow that jumps over the moon Why is the way my sentence begins “Do monkeys eat donuts, do mermaids have fins?' “Why must I nap? I'm really too old!” “Why do you say, "Do as you're told." “Why can't I run out into the street? Haven’t you noticed I'm wearing two feet? “Do dragons breathe fire, do skunks really smell? “If you haven't held one, how...
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The Crayon Box
Read more...In the morning when the sun came out The crayon box would loudly shout Time to rise and greet the day Soon the kids will want to play Green and yellow, pink and blue Wonder what they’ll do with you Black and orange, and apple red It’s time to leave your comfy bed Color mountains or skies so blue Crayons have a job to do Stand up tall, because here they come Time to color…Oh what fun
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The Heron & The Web
Read more...Carl and Carlotta arrived at the house, the garden although very small, was so neglected, and over-grown it was difficult to walk from one end to another – years ago it must have been lovely. Outside the kitchen door was a paved area leading to an archway and then through to another paved area in which was a delightful oblong pond – on clearing away much weed and leaf debris they found, much to their delight, that there were goldfish living in it – how wonderful! Around the far edge years earlier someone had planted bamboo whose leaves had fallen into the water and completely hidden the beautiful goldfish, so it was only when these leaves were cleared that the fish were discovered. In thi...
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The Heron's Tale
Read more...I am a male heron, a wading bird related to the bitterns family. You can find us worldwide, but mainly in tropical areas. I do not know how my ancestors got here and I often wish we were still in a nice warm country. As I am sure you must realise I am a lot smarter than the others as I was able to dictate this note to the human being now typing it out. I was lucky to find him but I heard some of his friends saying that he was a complete birdbrain so I got together with him! We are unusual in the bird world in that we fly with our necks retracted and, as I expect you have seen, most birds fly with their necks stretched out. Another of our odd characteristics is that some of our feathers...
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The Magician's Orphans- Chapter one
Read more...Chapter 1 Cirque De Lune, 1912 Under the rule of King George V Three...two...one… The timing had to be just right. One second late or one second early, the trick could go horribly wrong. Sophie Derling counted down the seconds in her head, took a deep breath, and turned the cog in the back of the box that Monsieur Mysterioso had climbed into seconds before. The handle turned easily in her hand- it had been well oiled. The small trap-door in the back of the box sprung open and Monsieur Mysterioso stepped through triumphantly, passing discreetly through a door concealed behind the box, and disappearing backstage. Sophie breathed out. The trick had worked. This time. ...
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The most exiting night ever
Read more...Dear diary, Today was rather extraordinary ! It all started when papa announced that we would be going to Mrs Bootle noses annual ball. Of corse this was an unexpected twist in events as usually me and my two younger brother are stuck at home and I feel rather left out as I miss all the shopping expeditions and new frocks. This time it was rather different. Coming back from the ball I felt very grown up, anyone would in our amazing carriage. It is a newish thing with red velvet curtains and a black horse. It rides along and everyone stares up at us as we sail past, king of the road. It wasn't quite the same though.It seemed to be in perpetual silence and I fount my self scuffing m...
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The Mystery Pebble
Read more...Lexi and Lily were skipping home from ice-skating. Whilst there, they saw bright, vast ice. Weirdly, Lily whispered to Lexi “Can you see that dull, gloomy forest ahead?” “Yes I can.” replied Lexi. Just then, Lexi and Lily strolled into the dull, dark forest. “What is that?” asked Lexi. Lexi and Lily saw a huge, colossal Guinea pig with massive feet. The next morning, Lexi and Lily woke up and saw that they were on top of a bush covered in footprints. They went to the doctors to have the footprint dust removed from their body. A few hours later, Lexi and Lily were in a boiling, vast bed. Moments later, Lexi found a green, shiny pebble under her pillow and Millie had one too. They ...
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The New Pet
Read more...Once upon a time, there lived two children. They often liked to go out to the forest and take a walk. One fine day, they heard a rumbling, thundering noise. So they followed it and what a sight they saw! They saw a dragon who was weeping and crying! A dragon? So, the children asked him," What is the matter, why are you crying?" The dragon answered," I broke my wing and Iam lost and miserable." Boohhoooooo! The children thought for a moment and then said, " Maybe our parents will let us keep you as a pet? Let's find out." They asked their parents and they said yes! So the dragon and the children lived happily ever after!
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The perfect dream
Read more...You are going to bed after a tiring day , you dream.You are walking on the beach. It is nearly deserted but you can't see why.It is everything you could want in a seaside with its silky , smooth sand and shells.You paddle for a while in the seas eerie calm it's depths seeming to glow every hue of blue you've ever seen and many more besides. Despite all the colours you find that you can see to the bottom covered in shells that have never been seen before.You're sure of this because , if ever found they would be on the cover of every newspaper.They look to be made of glass and flower petals, with to much detail to be made by human hands. You pick one up and put it in your pocket to study la...
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The Pony and The Crystal
Read more...Once upon a time there was a crystal that everybody wanted but could not find. Once a pony named Millie was trotting by when it found the crystal, she bit it and took it home to her owner. The owner was bursting with delight - she had found the crystal. The crystal was kept on the ponies collar and if anyone tried to steal the crystal they would end up in their grave. One day a robber stabbed the pony in the back and stole the crystal, the pony died straight after. Ever since the pony died if anyone tried to take something from the owners house they would hear the horse's scream when the robber stabbed her and then they would end up in the same place as where the robber stabbed her. The e...
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The Prince and the Water Nymph
Read more...Once upon a time in a faraway kingdom, there was a beautiful lake. It was surrounded by a forest, and surrounding the forest were mountains. It looked just like any other lake. But it wasn’t. This lake was deep, and wide, and had many secrets. One of the biggest secrets was that it was home to mysterious, magical creatures: the water nymphs. The water nymphs were very shy, and only a handful of people in the world have ever seen one. They are quite like mermaids, although instead of being half human and half fish, they can change from one to the other. Some do not even change into fish; they might become an eel, or a tadpole, or a seal, or even a dolphin- so long as it was a creature t...
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The Search for the Fruit of Life
Read more...Samuel was in his room when he found an old book. “Hey, Paulin, Kamarou, come check this out!” “Yeah?” called Kamarou. “It’s an old book – and come see what’s inside!” Sam called back. They came along and marvelled at the book. They opened it slowly, carefully, and saw the small black writing. Paulin read aloud: “Near Mont Sokbaro is a treasure, the Fruit of Life – “ “Woah… stop! Did it say, ‘treasure’?” interrupted Samuel. “Yes,” answered Paulin. “We’re explorers and treasure hunters, right?” Kamarou asked. The three men nodded in agreement. Samuel looked out of the window of his small wooden hut in the ancient village of Ketou, with his two oldest friends side by side and said ...
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The Tiger
Read more...I was sitting in my room when I heard a growl from outside my window. I stopped at the noise and I got up and walked slowly towards the window and looked out. Nothing was there so I went back to my desk and went back to doing my homework. I just wondered if that noise was familiar with me, that growl, that sneakily going away, could it possible be my favourite animal, The Tiger? I ran to my mum immediately to tell her that I had heard a growl outside my window and it could possibly be a Tiger. Unfortunately, my Mum didn't listen and told me to get back to my homework. I sighed and went away to finish my arithmatic. Later that night when I was just about to go to sleep I heard the growl ...
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The Underwater City
Read more...My dear reader, I must tell you this true story of what happened to me a long, long time ago when I was ten years old in Romania, a country far, far away in Eastern Europe. Our art teacher came in one day and announced to the class that a nation-wide competition was being launched for children to create an original design for the City of the Future "Year 2000". I should tell you that this was the very first time I realised that I was free to imagine whatever I wished to see be built in the future! It was a turning point for me to discover that I could dream out anything at all! It was exciting, my dear friend, to feel 'free'...and it took me some time to calm down before get...
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The World is Saved !
Read more...Once in a city people were littering everywhere. Then along came a girl from India called Isabella. She didn’t like littering, she liked recycling. Then one day she saw her father littering, but after she saw that she ran to her father and said “Father, you can’t litter, you have to put that in the bin !” Then her father said “Oh, very well then. I shall put it in the bin.” Then suddenly the word spread all around the town about Isabella ! And then everybody started recycling. Hooray !
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Theodore
Read more..."Do you want to see the television news?" Theodore’s wife called up to him. Theodore glanced at his watch from habit. He already knew what the time was. "Not tonight," he called back and turned again to his desk and the contemplation of theories which he could not take into the classroom with him for the benefit of his pupils. "I'll bring your coffee up in a few minutes then," "Yes, lovely." Theodore was blessed with a happy domestic life. He loved his wife, she loved him, they both loved their son and none of them had any reason to be depressed or angry. Theodore returned with interest to The Scientific American and an article on the possibilities of communication between Ear...
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True feelings
Read more...True feelings by Sudip Biswas When the streets are empty enough, I walk along the midnight city. All the dead heroes, the freedom fighters used up to neme the streets. All the broken statues been kept aside at abandoned parks. A deep whisper surround the heaps of darkness, Command and unfulfilled promises are kept aside. Only the dreamy street lights keeping its words. When the owl cries over the dusky sky, The young caesalpinia leaves become hills all around. The most intimate embrace between concealment and exposure walks with me, keeping a bylane of hipocrasy and honest feelings.
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Twiggles – Aviatrix Extraordinaire
Read more...It was just the faintest of shadows crossing the sun.You could miss it if you didn’t know, but she knew! The distinctive black wings swooped ever lower and she hardly had time to brace herself before the onslaught began: “dik dik dik … dik dik dik … dik dik dik …”. However hard Twiggles tried she would never understand.She loved everything about flying, but at times like this that was no compensation. With a sigh of resignation, she executed a perfect barrel roll and headed for cover. Out of the corner of her eye she spotted Ginger D’Arcy dropping like a stone! With a shuddering crash he impacted the top of the garden fence.Then, miraculously, he was just standing there, rocking...
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