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Last night, the full moon

hung like a papery lamp

over my quiet road.

I savoured the chilly sky –

the moon tagging my shadow.

Katherine Gallagher

  • Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #16

(first published in The Unidentified Flying Omelette, ed. Andrew Fusek Peters, Hodder & Stoughton)



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Wheels Song


I don’t know why I’ve got feet

when I could have had wheels,

for wheels go so much faster.


Imagine me flying down our street

not in my trainers or boots

but on wheels, with my ghetto-blaster.


Imagine people turning to stare

and all telling me to slow down

before I caused a disaster.


Imagine me gliding off into space

with a quick little nod to the Moon,

then simply going straight past her. . .


© Katherine Gallagher

(Published in Through a Window, Longman, 1995)

  • Submitted in Response to 2016 Poetry Prompt #42


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Mal Kennington Malone


Mal Kennington Malone

wasn’t good at games.

His classmates always laughed

and called him names:


dumb-chum, drophead,

you silly billy shark –

biggest flapfingers

in Bladestone Park.


I think I’ll try running –

I know I’m not bad.

I could really show ’em,

he told his Dad.


He trained and trained

around an old dirt track;

he trained every day,

ran to school and back.


He trained and trained

and ran like a hare,

even trained when it rained,

racing everywhere.


When sportsday came,

he was first off the mark,

became the fastest winner

in Bladestone Park.


© Katherine Gallagher
  • Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #4


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We’re studying the moon –

drawing it, remembering all the moons

we’ve ever seen.


Just now, through the window,

there’s a daylight-moon looking fragile,

egg-shell soft, pale white.


I’ve no plans to go up there

whizzing through the  blue,

landing on the pearly moon.


But I can’t stop thinking

about a blood-orange full moon

I saw inching up


into the summery sky.

It moved so slowly,

became a golden balloon


that never hurried.

I wanted to follow it,

catch it. But I never did.


© Katherine Gallagher


(Published in Read Me, (Macmillan, 2009, ed. Gaby Morgan)

  • Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #3



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Silly Shifts


All traffic jams jump questions.

No one can lose a dog in a hurry.

Therefore every day has a shape.


All fires have a starting-point.

There is only one sky.

Therefore clouds like to move a lot.


All squares have four corners.

Fish rarely swim in circles.

Therefore the ocean may look flat.


© Katherine Gallagher
  • Submitted in response to Prompt #46



Katherine said: Silly Shifts is a  response to randomness – good old fun.

Bluster . . .

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(after Charles Causley)

I am the song that lifts the sky

I am the earth that flames the fire

I am the cloud that calls the flood

I am the stream that draws the sun

I am the tide that drinks the moon

I am the air that sings the leaf

I am the bird that stirs the branch

I am the tale that flies the word

I am the note that spreads the song


Katherine Gallagher
  • Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #47


Katherine said: Charles Causley, the Cornish poet, was  a wonderful children’s poet. His poem (that inspired my poem) is full of music.


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Percy Possum

swings his brush-tail,

leaps from roof to roof

on a goodnight-trail.


He hunts for insects,

a midnight feast –

if he finds some eggs,

he’ll really be pleased.


The night is quiet,

the stars are dim.

He wishes they’d shine

a bit brighter for him.


Katherine Gallagher
  • Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #45