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An Old English Tale by Kerry Gittins

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Have you seen a twirlblast so mickle in its size,

or pulled back straggly elflocks from getting in your eyes?

I wonder if you’ve chorked inside the house when rain has eased,

or been a slugabed all day just doing as you pleased?

Have you grubbled frantically and found the thing you lost,

or wolde for something day and night no matter what it cost?

Have you met a snollygloster? Don’t believe a word,

or heard a tarradiddle that you knew was just absurd? 

Have you been jargogled by the things that I have said?

Then better use more modern words to tell your tale instead!

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World Refugee Day Prompt #3

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It’s World Refugee Day on June 20. I have included a prompt for this week but, as always, if you have an image you’d like to contribute with your poem, please include it in your email to ozchildrenspoetry@gmail.com. To view the prompt images, scroll to the bottom of THE LIGHT, my contribution for this week.

THE LIGHT by Kerry Gittins

‘Helloooo!’

Words sound strange

in the middle of the ocean.

Our light is finished.

Even the moon hides behind clouds,

as if to say,

‘No-one will find you.’

The shadows shivering quietly

in this leaky, wooden boat

seem to agree.

We are invisible.

We have risked so much

to find a new home,

far from a troubled land.

‘Helloooo!’

Silence.

No stars are brave enough

to break the blackness

of the world that surrounds us.

To and fro. To and fro.

Our bodies rock

to the rhythm of the water.

Lost. Lost. Lost. Lost

The words slap

against the side of our boat.

‘Helloooo!’ I call one last time.

To and fro. To and fro. 

Bodies rock.

Lost. Lost. Lost. Lost. 

Water slaps.

‘Hellooo?’ A small voice in the endless night.

‘Over here! This way!’

We are all shouting

but our voices are gobbled up

by the hungry dark.

We stop and listen.

To and fro. To and fro. 

Bodies rock.

Lost. Lost. Lost. Lost. 

Water slaps.

‘Hellooo?’ the small voice calls again.

I see you! I see your light!

A beam of silver

pierces the clouds.

The moon has changed its mind

and decided to help after all.

A path of stars brightens the inky sea

as you make your way

towards us.

I catch the line of rope.

One journey finished.

Another just beginning.

Both bound by hope.

Images courtesy Al Jazeera https://www.aljazeera.com/gallery/2017/1/29/mv-aquarius-rescues-refugees-on-mediterranean-sea. Sourced June 19, 2023.

What’s Outside Your Window? Prompt #2

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Hi everyone, thank you to all those who have sent in their poems for the Winter Waves prompt.

This week I’m lucky enough to be in Saigon, Vietnam! The image below is what I can see outside my window this morning and I wondered, what do you see outside your window? Feel free to still contribute to Winter Waves or send in poems about your own interests.

Looking forward to receiving your fantastic poetry! Don’t forget the new address ozchildrenspoetry@gmail.com

Here’s my contribution:

Sunrise brings

clouds tinged with yellow and orange

as families wake to start their day

or find their way home to rest.

Sunrise brings

barges along the river carrying

everything from rocks to rice.

Sunrise brings

a view of a city that never really sleeps

and the sounds of life

beginning another day.