Wheels Song by Katherine Gallagher

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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

Mal Kennington Malone by Katherine Gallagher

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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

Moonwatch by Katherine Gallagher

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Moonwatch

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)

Silly Shifts by Katherine Gallagher

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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

 

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

Sun-Song by Katherine Gallagher

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Sun-Song

(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

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

 

Percy Possum by Katherine Gallagher

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PERCY POSSUM

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

 

 

 

Rainstorm by Katherine Gallagher

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Rainstorm

 

A single drop

plop, plop, plop

joining other drops     plop, plop, plop

plopplopplopplopplopplopplopplopplop

into rivers, on to crops,

getting thicker, louder, quicker

in the cities on the streets

water coming down in sheets

raindrops dropping, never stopping

ad infinitum

plop, plop     plopping

© Katherine Gallagher

Katherine said:  The inspiration came from hearing a single drop, loud and individual, and then the gradual building into a thunderstorm and more.