February Prompts

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It’s back-to-school time! We hope you connect with some fabulous friends in FEEL-GOOD FEBRUARY.

Send your poetic inspirations to Linda Davidson at:

ozchildrenspoetry@gmail.com

Date prompts include:

  • Library Lovers Day (14th Feb)
  • Random Acts of Kindness Day (17th Feb)

Picture Prompt:

Artwork: YOU ARE HERE by Hayley Gillespie

Postcard from a Penguin by James Aitchison

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Hello, human,

how do you do?

Today’s my day

to write to you.

I’m a bird,

but I don’t have wings.

I have flippers —

very handy things!

I can fly through water

in search of fish.

A nice fresh squid 

is my favourite dish.

Some of us are blue,

others black and white;

when we come ashore

we make a great sight.

We hope you’ll always

be our friend —

keep the oceans clean

from end to end!

With waddling wishes,

         A penguin

Image from Pixabay

Midnight Glider by Celia Berrell

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I had a dream the other night.
At first, it gave me quite a fright.
I thought the Moon was falling, ’til
it landed on my windowsill.
She fluffed her fur and shook her head
then gracefully leapt onto my bed
It’s not the Moon, it’s not a spider.
Instead, a silver Greater Glider!
At 12pm, the midnight hour,
a clock struck twelve. A sense of power
shimmered through her moonshine coat,
as she began to grow and float.
“Climb aboard”, she said with pride
and took me on a midnight ride.
Swooping through the starry night,
two new-found friends in sheer delight.

from the painting TIME TO GROW by Sharon Davson

A Nothing Day by Angelina Maranesi

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A stay at home day today.
A quiet, nothing day.
I build a multilevel carpark for my cars.
Baby sister knocks it down. Arggh…..
I jump high on my trampoline to peek next door.
A kookaburra laughs.
I laugh back.
Jump, laugh, jump, laugh.
I lay on my trampoline to rest,
and make pictures from the clouds.
Dinosaur, bird, dolphin, a funny face.
I hide from baby sister in the garden.
A lizard scoots past. I chase. It’s too fast.
The trees are squawking.
I count the birds in my backyard tree.
Eighteen!
I ride my scooter
and pretend I’m travelling far away to somewhere where the action is.
Away from my quiet, nothing day.
I try to teach Leo to fetch.
I throw, he barks, I fetch.
Leo doesn’t understand the rules of the game.
Dinner tonight is my favourite, Spaghetti and meatballs.
A bubble bath and a snuggle with baby sister before bed.
My quiet, nothing day was actually really something.

from the painting TIME TO GROW by Sharon Davson