The Edible Swarm by Guundie Kuchling

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The Edible Swarm

 

By my door are massive trees,

swinging in a storm,

dropping lots of peas

a gigantic swarm.

It comes in – the peas have keys –

and I squash them just like fleas,

get them on the stove to warm,

put them on a plate,

and eat dinner, thanks to fate!

 Guundie Kuchling

from Naked Nonsense: Guundie’s Ridiculous Rhymes

Guundie Kuchling, born in Salzburg, gained her Master of Fine Arts in Vienna and arrived in Australia in 1987 with her husband Gerald, a world turtle expert.

Guundie has published 11 picture books and exhibits widely: oil paintings, water colours, lino prints, and sculptures. Her interests include throat singing, native wildlife, ear rings, growing vegetables, dry felting, labyrinths, and encouraging others to live creatively.

 

Sea Song by Sophie Masson

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Sea Song

 

I took my teddy down to the sea

Thinking what fun it was bound to be,

But he took one step and his paws got all wet

He doesn’t want to go for a swim just yet.

 

I took my budgie down to the sea,

Thinking what fun it was bound to be,

But he took one look and he flew away,

He just won’t go to the sea today.

 

I took my puppy down to the sea,

Hoping she’d love it just like me.

She barked at the waves, then ran in to play,

I think we’ll stay at the sea all day!

 

© Sophie Masson

The Family Cat by Dianne Ellis

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THE FAMILY CAT

 

Nestled on my lap

in a crevassed curve

to his liking

sharp edges unseen

body rounded

relaxed

rested

like a freshly placed pudding

plumped yet pleasing

to the eye

 

I feel the warmth

the beat

the motor mechanics

within

 

Purrrfectly Purrring…

Purrrfectly Purrring…

Purrrfectly Purrring…

 

I smooth his soft silkiness

and see

sleepy slits

slowly open

to reveal

 

green

golden

globes

gleaming

in contrast to black beauty

 

His eyes look into mine

adoringly…

speaking to my soul…

I trust you to care.

 

© Dianne Ellis

Throughout my life, I have enjoyed the company of cats in my home.   I find the majority of cats are very soulful creatures, particularly the pure black ones who gracefully prance around taking confident ownership of property and loved ones.

One day I was sitting down writing when my gorgeous black Shadow effortlessly leapt onto my lap and settled there, as he always did.

It was only a moment in time but I felt the need to share my feelings and highlight Shadow’s special silent message through this poem. I hope you enjoy my words.

I have written poetry all my life, however in recent years, my love of writing has steered me towards children’s stories. Rusty Rumble and his Smelly Socks and Rusty Rumble’s Day at the Beach are my first published picture books and excerpts from my books can be seen on www.diannellisbooks.com.au