Mallee Revival by Celia Berrell

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Some eucalypts on desert scrub
politely share the skies,
creating lairs of dappled shade
where spinifex resides.

These mallee trees, like brollies
with their flattened canopies,
have many splaying slender trunks
at varying degrees.

Their knobbly base, a lignotuber,
helps them to survive,
should bushfire kill above the ground,
that mallee’s still alive.

Stored inside its bulbous base,
emergency supplies!
Water, food will grow new stems.
Our mallee tree revives.

Celebrating Science Week and Poetry Month 2026

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Mid-Month Poetry Prompt

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LIMERICK

This five-line rhyming poem is often silly, funny or bawdy. Limericks have a waltzing rhythm (anapestic) and a rhyme scheme of AABBA. The third and fourth lines are shorter with 5 or 6 syllables, while all other lines are around 8 or 9 syllables (but sometime up to 12).

Limericks were made popular by Nonsense Poet Edward Lear back in the 1870’s. The word Limerick is the name of a town and a county in Ireland, but there is no record to say that this poetic style originated there.

Limericks are traditionally about people or places, but there are plenty of ways to break the rules and still have a Limerick style.

Vivid by Celia Berrell

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Eyes now closed,
here I lie
imagining things
within my mind’s eye.

A giant glass marble
with aqua swirls
that turns into
our tiny world
against a backdrop
of deep-dark space …
then next appears
your smiling face!

And guess what’s even crazier?
A thing called aphantasia.
Some people, even though they try,
simply don’t have a vivid mind’s eye.

Poem inspired from August picture prompt. Artwork: STARING AT CLOUDS by Jennifer Barrand

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Triumphant Terrific by Celia Berrell

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“Terrific!”
This word
is rather heroic.
Rooted in
TERROR,
it’s far from bucolic.

It started out
living with
FEAR and DREAD,
but chose to be
BRAVE and HAPPY
instead!

The Journey of a Word

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Weird-Wired Microbes by Celia Berrell

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Geobacter like a bit
of current for their tea.
These microbes stay alive by
eating ELECTRICITY.

Connected by their hair-like strands
these wired-up microbes grow
and form a film of circuit-slime
that makes a current flow.

Feeding on electrons
can you guess what they excrete?
Electrons in – electrons out.
It’s weird.  But rather neat!

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Mid-Month Poetry Prompt

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THE JOURNEY OF A WORD

Choose a word and find out where it came from and what it means. Some words have changed their meaning; some have added new meanings as time has passed. Can you explain this word and its journey of uses and meanings in a poem?

Campfire Delight by Celia Berrell

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The campfire’s burning merrily
as Frogmouth sings a melody.

Percussion’s played by Wallaby
and Devil howls the harmony.

Before they leave, they thought they might
sing lullabies to sky-star’s light.

Some soothing songs that feel just right
for wishing the world a fond “Goodnight”.

Artwork: NIGHTSOUNDS by Amanda W Johnson

A Happy Hug by Celia Berrell

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Holding the whole world in our hands,
hiding it from those thieves and thugs,
with hopeful hearts and heavenly help,
we’re giving the Earth a happy hug!

Poem inspired by June 2026 picture prompt from artwork by Melissa Varoy

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Be a Science Week Poet!

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Celia at Science Rhymes is eager to receive your rhyming poems (up to 4 verses) – or Haiku – before the end of July. Adults and children (via an adult email address) are invited to submit their creations to feedback@sciencerhymes.com.au. The resulting FLORA-VERSE online anthology will be celebrating #scienceweek2026.

Our poetry collection is already growing. We’ve received poems about Seed DNA; invasive weeds; endangered wattle; and amazing grass trees. Anything plant-related that includes a touch of science, be it biology, chemistry or other STEM-related perspective, is very welcome.

We are particularly looking forward to publishing poems that feature vegetation found in Australia. From seeds to forests; from flowers to bees, this collection will include your thoughts and discoveries about plants and how they shape environments for a myriad of living things.

The use of AI to help create poems is permitted, but conditions apply. These include acknowledging the AI (such as ChatGPT) with the (human) author’s name; checking AI information for science errors before submitting; and answering 4 simple questions about your experience with using AI for this poem. 1) Were you delighted or disappointed with what AI came up with – give a score out of ten. 2) Did you edit the response? 3) Was your prompt simple or specific? 4) Would you do this again next year?

We still totally appreciate your “human-made” poems for their artistic and literacy values! We trust authors using AI will try to improve the creations they receive through editing and carefully checking facts.

Science Week runs from 15th to 23rd August.
Our deadline for receiving poems is currently Friday 31st July.

Find out more at:
https://www.scienceweek.net.au/event/seeds-to-scenery-poetry/ where you can download the SEEDS TO SCENERY pdf for more details and poem examples. Plus, check out National Science Week Events & Competitions for more activities.

Sturdy Mulga Trees by Celia Berrell

Stretching up towards the skies
or weeping boughs drawn by their sides,
iconic mulga, drab and droll,
still represent Australia’s soul.

In sunburnt soils on arid lands,
with long strong roots, the mulga stands.
High heat; cold nights are mulga’s fate.
In drought these trees can hibernate.

Their rugged bark with groovy tracks
can channel drips down trunks of black.
Instead of leaves, they’ve phyllodes.
Flattened stems that clatter breeze.

Mulga blossoms, tassled gold,
are quick to let sweet-scents unfold.
Flowering not for Spring, but rain.
Should water kiss their harsh terrain.

First published in POINTS OF INTERSECTION SCIENCE AND POETRY (page 35), held in the Scottish Poetry Library.  

Fissures and Friendships by Celia Berrell

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We can’t know how
someone else feels
(we can only guess).

My point of view
isn’t precisely
the same as yours.

And in that gap,
in that mysterious little divide,
looms a hollowness.

Burning empty with
innocence
or ignorance,

within that crevice,
a glue called “sorry”
may help us mend.

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