This year’s National Poetry Day theme is ‘MESSAGES’. I’ve written a very special poem to mark the occasion but I have also been asked to write a poem which isn’t even finished! And so I need your help! Have a read of my ‘Mixed Messages’ poem below and write as many verses as you like.…

Would you love me any less if I wore your evening dress? Would you love me any more if it trailed upon the floor? Would you love me just a bit if it really didn’t fit? Would your love be cut in half if I wore your hat and scarf? And if I donned your…

When I sat a while on the Tree-a-dile I thought I saw its barkish smile. But as I pondered on that sight, it snapped me up with one great bite. That might have been the end of me had I not known it was a tree, and so to end this happy fable I made…

Out of the garden weary and tired, the strawberry general was recently fired. Sent to the kitchen away from the cries of robins and slugs, of finches and flies. Untouchable now by all garden beasts he sits in a bowl awaiting the feasts stretching before him as though they are his, ignoring the sounds of…

The Tree Whale crashed here long ago When forests ceased their wooden flow, It beached upon the grassy hill And then for aeons lay quite still. It used to soar, it used to swim Where sunbeams spill upon the rim Of chestnut leaves and oaken crowns Where eagles cry their regal sounds. It used to…

Pity the clockmaker For his time is all spent, His springs have unsprung And his cogs are all bent. His tools are all seconds Each one has a notch. His tickers have stopped- All he does now is watch. The last thing he did here, Whilst turning his hand, Was building an hourglass Full of…

Son: My dad helped me climb into this tree But he wouldn’t help me out. Now that was fifty years ago And I’ve grown too old to shout. Dad: I wonder where my boy has gone He’s quiet as a mouse. But these long years have been quite good With food still in the house.…

Under a cloud The handy dandy fox Pulled a paper brolly From a new blue box. Out in the rain The smiley wily fox Says “I am cool And my umbrella rocks.” Down the rain came And the silly billy fox Turned a shade of blue To his bright white socks. — You’ve just read…

On the glowing rocks of the kitchen archipelago four silver-skinned hob dragons sputter and spit a warning of steam. Steer clear steer clear, all sailors say, they will boil you or broil you as they nest upon earth-blue seas of fire, hob dragon children rattling in their bellies. — [link_popup id=’1536′ link_text=’Please sign up to…

The moon was not always alone in our sky. At one time our moon, who back then called herself Luna, had a sister whom she loved very much for their parents were long gone and they only had each other. Luna’s sister was called Swan and she was much younger than Luna. Together they sailed…