“Sky-dancer” by Katherine Gallagher

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Sky-dancer

 

 

a clear lolly moon

keeping counsel

over our road

 

she sashays slowly

focusing the sky

tide-maker

 

heavenly waltzer

serene

in the moment

 

with no pirouettes

tango

no cake-walk

 

she’s an old face

at home

in her skin

 

 

(Published on London Grip Online Magazine, 2018)

 

©Katherine Gallagher

“Breakfast” by Ron Marsh

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BREAKFAST

 

I had rolled oats for breakfast.

It was not very nice.

I’ll have to ask my mother

To dish up curried rice.

 

I do not mind an egg or two

To put upon some toast.

But what I really want for breakfast

Is mummy’s veg and roast.

“Hand Washing” by Margaret Pearce

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HAND WASHING

 

I wash my hands before I play

With my guinea pigs, mice and my pet rat.

I have been told that this is the way

To keep them as clean as the dog and cat.

 

My hands look clean enough for me

But Mum nags of the news so gritty

Of those nasty germs that you can’t see

Can sicken and kill the largest city.

 

Now Mum warns that before I dine

To keep away that very bad flu’

Washing my hands will protect me fine.

And yours as well because it’s true.

 

 

WASHING YOUR HANDS ALL AROUND

THE ONLY WAY TO STAY SAFE AND SOUND

 

oooOooo

©

Margaret Pearce

“Food Flight”  by Celia Berrell

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Food Flight

 

Food

in zero gravity

creates

quite a calamity.

Crumbs

can float-off anywhere:

mingle

with your wafting hair;

up

your nose;

get

in your ears;

cause

choking, sneezing

itching

tears!

 

Tourists

will soon fly in space

expecting

snacks to be in place.

Marshmallows

can’t get up your nose.

At worst

they might mess-up your clothes.

If

thrown around

they’re

safe and fun.

Food-ball

cushions

tasting

yum!

 

First published in Double Helix (April 2017)

Reproduced with permission of CSIRO

www.doublehelix.csiro.au

 

https://www.nasa.gov/audience/foreducators/stem-on-station/ditl_eating

“A Small Step to Normality” by Toni Newell

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A Small Step to Normality

 

It’s nice to see the children,

Playing in the park again,

Barriers and tape removed,

With groups of up to ten.

It’s nice to hear their laughter,

See them swinging on a swing,

Or sliding down a slide,

Only to climb back up again.

There’s a perception of normality,

Although it’s only a small part,

And watching on gives us hope,

That were’re making a good start.

“School Lore” by Katherine Gallagher

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School Lore

Every day shuffles answers

no question likes to hurry.

Therefore animals talk freedom.

*******  

Tall trees have a long way to blow.

In the park, birds sing for nothing.

Any road is a ribbon for writing on.

*******

Mermaids fly the art of oceans.

Every field-mouse has a nose

making tigers look dangerous.

*******

Most spiders like to spin and spin,

hence their days are tidy.

Though they turn corners at an angle,

they travel with their eyes open.

©Katherine Gallagher

“Painting-time” by Katherine Gallagher

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I like to paint magpies

that I can see

when they’re warbling away

in our willow tree.

 

I like to paint my Platypus

and my favourite toys,

Trixie Tinder, Red Rocket

and the Rocket Boys.

 

I like to paint my family

especially my Mum

when she’s home from work

and my brother’s on his drum.

 

©Katherine Gallagher

“I AM WHAT I PAINT” by James Aitchison

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I AM WHAT I PAINT
From my brain to my fingers,
Then my fingers to the brush,
Sometimes painting slowly,
Sometimes in a rush.
My thoughts go down my arm,
They burst out fresh and free.
For what I paint is what I am,
It’s me there you can see.
My soul is there in every stroke,
In every single splash,
In every single colour,
In every dab and dash.
I hope you like my paintings,
Each and every one,
My pictures have a lot to say
When finally they’re done!
 
                                  James Aitchison