Alys Jackson



Alys Jackson is a writer and poet for children and adults. She began work as a teacher of EFL and has taught English in China, Japan, Kuwait, Italy and Australia. Her poetry and short stories have appeared in anthologies, magazines and online journals in both Australia and the USA. In 2017, she received the Poetry Award at the Henry Lawson Festival of Arts and the Harold Goodwin Short Story Award. She is passionate about books and organic gardening and spends far too much time tending her vegetables – or so she’s been told.

In 2017, she became an accredited learning destination for the Children’s University, Australia, a not-for-profit organisation that provides educational activities for children between the ages of 7 and 14. Alys is happy to visit schools and libraries and to hold poetry workshops.

Alys loves to share her work and posts free stories and poems on her website  She also writes a regular blog for new and aspiring writers.

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Two poems

My Cat


My mother bought a Persian blue;

a cat of regal bearing,

who got her foot caught in our flue.

It needed sore repairing.

To take poor pussy to the vet,

I have a little case,

but she’s a shrewd and clear-eyed pet

who led me on a chase!

Down the hall,

a caterwaul.

Under the bed,

I bump my head.

Across the lap

of Mrs Map.

By the sink,

she stole a drink.

In the dunny

Very funny!”

(Mr Ware

Is sitting there!)

Along the floor,

out the door,

up the tree

ditto me.








Oh, by the way the poor cat’s fine.

Her foot was no disaster!

I cannot say the same for mine,

which is encased in plaster!

© Alys Jackson

Aussie Creatures


My sister out from England

said, “Something’s just not right.

Now, all your Aussie creatures,

They either sting or bite.”


“Yes,” I said, “I have a book.

I’ll read it out to you ­-

for if you’re stung or bitten,

it will tell you what to do.”



Centipedes and sharks and snakes,

spiders, ants, mosquitoes,

crocodiles and octopi,

jellyfish and dingoes.”


“Scorpions, ticks and urchins,

wasp, electric ray!

Various fish, some sponges;

I could read this book all day!”


“Oh, don’t forget the cone shell,

as on the beach you roam!”

I shouted to her shadow

as she caught the next plane home.

© Alys Jackson