“Meditations”  by Celia Berrell

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Drifting on a tranquil lake

of mottled hopes and patterned faith.

Feeling peace and tenderness,

amidst your lucid water-ness.


And like a caterpillar nigh,

transforming to a butterfly,

I know there is a part of me

transcending through infinity.



This poem was inspired by the painting Melting Transitions Rise by Sharon Davson.


All four poems and pictures will feature in the artist’s biography DAVSON Art with Love and Graditude scheduled for the printers later this year.

“Mother of Invention”  by Celia Berrell

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Neo-natal humankind

is ceaseless of enquiring mind.

With science and technology

the stopper’s out dynamically.


From fire to furnaced energy

from steam to electricity.

We modify genetically

and glean the stars effectively.


We can’t slow down

this gain in pace.

The fascination’s

well in place.


Much to learn,

with good intention,

drives this mother

of invention



This poem was inspired by the crayon drawing Origins of the Future by Sharon Davson.

The poem was published in the Canadian school Textbook Nelson English 10 in 2012


“Peace by Piece”  by Celia Berrell

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Peace by Piece  

The world is getting smaller

and it’s breaking into bits.

Let’s put it back together

peace by piece

the puzzle fits.


Repairs can all be tended

by the tiniest of friends.

As working altogether

peace by piece

the puzzle mends.



This poem was inspired by the painting Together We Can by Sharon Davson.

The poem was published in the Malaysian school textbook English Form 1 by Pelangi Books in 2016

“The Beauty of it All”  by Celia Berrell

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The Beauty of it All

All we can touch, and all we see

began in cosmic history.

How long ago came things to be?

Perhaps it was infinity.


All our surroundings hold in store

the clues to what has gone before.

A fascination long prevails

to understand time’s every tale.


Our tiny Earth holds precious gifts

as through the universe it drifts.

With organisms varied, rife,

are we alone in having life?


This special form of energy

enduring in its frailty,

bestows such beauty, all admired,

intelligence is awe-inspired.



This poems was inspired by the painting Called Away by Sharon Davson.

The image and poem were published in the Australian school textbook Macmillan English 7  in 2011

“Tower Power” with a link to live science by Celia Berrell

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A group of giraffes 

is called a tower.


Each day, they sleep 

for less than an hour.

They’ll munch on leaves 

from acacia trees,

while ear-flicking flies 

in savannah’s breeze,

reaching up high 

with grace and ease …


giraffes shouldn’t need 

to climb those trees!


Teacher Notes

Link to live science



“Mustard Gas Legacy”  by Celia Berrell with Teacher Notes

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Soldiers smelled garlic;

horseradish; sulphur.

A kind of fusty

mustardy odour.

Then twelve hours later

they’d start to go blind,

get pus-filled blisters

and possibly died.


Chemist Fritz Haber

in World War One,

made mustard gas poison

worse than a gun.

This silently sneaky

chemical tool

spread crippling pain

that was very cruel.


Survivors were checked.

When blood tests were done,

most of their body’s

immune cells had gone.

They’d lost the white cells that

could turn into cancer.

Was mustard gas poison

a possible answer?


From a weapon of war

to helping the sick

this chemical cocktail

became our first pick

to fight against cancer.

A new remedy!




What I regards as an appropriate link and 4min video for this topic 



The Right Chemistry: Mustard gas and the beginnings of chemotherapy


The Bari bombing was not the key to the development of chemotherapy. That dubious “credit” goes to the 1917 mustard gas attack at Ypres.


Updated: September 13, 2019

Dr. Joe Schwarcz: Mustard gas and chemotherapy4:03


It makes for a compelling story. The Second World War is being furiously fought across Europe. The Allies finally gain a foothold in Italy and the port city of Bari becomes a critical point of entry for troops and supplies to the Mediterranean theatre. The harbour is filled with ships on Dec. 2, 1943 when Nazi airplanes drop from the clouds, their bombs raining destruction.

The SS John Harvey, an American ship carrying a cargo of 2,000 mustard gas bombs in spite of the Geneva Protocol of 1925 that banned the use of chemical weapons, explodes, killing all of its crew and spreading the gas across the harbour and town. But the clouds from which the Nazi planes emerged have a silver lining. Researchers note that the victims of mustard gas exposure have a very low rate of white blood cell multiplication, suggesting that mustard gas could also interfere with the characteristically rapid multiplication of cancer cells. And so it is that the Bari attack serendipitously leads to the development of mustard gas as an anti-cancer drug and launches the concept of “chemotherapy.” At least that is the way the story is told in numerous text books and articles.

A nice romanticized account, but the fact is that the first use of a modified version of mustard gas to treat cancer in a human was in the United States in 1942, more than a year before the Bari attack! The seminal event that gave rise to the treatment was indeed a mustard gas attack, but one that the Germans unleashed on Allied troops at Ypres in Belgium in 1917.