Poem of the Day



Poetry Prompt #4 inspired Helen Hagemann to submit this selection of poems. Helen says: I have three grand-children under seven years of age (both parents work) and therefore I notice things like towels left on the floor! Also I like subjects that might possibly appeal to children.

The Subject Tonight is Towel

The subject tonight is towel

And from tomorrow night

And days after

Dad has no better topic

For us to discuss

Until we all

Hang up our towel

After showering.




Some people love walls.

They keep in yelping dogs,

But never cats or birds.

No one sees them talking at night

Yet walls do talk – to each other.

They compare positions, compositions.

Are they stone, cement or brick?

When they need our attention

They crumble for repair.

In winter a storm will blow them over.

Make gaps for geckos and hens.

Can you see the creatures scurrying

Passing two abreast?

Robert Frost loved walls, and said

They make good neighbours

Especially if they talked,

Had one’s garden trimmed,

Kept apple trees to one side

Pine cones to the other.


Do you love walls?





There are

So many leaves


Each hangs on a branch

In thousands of different ways

Your eyes will see differences


Infinite shapes: ovoid, needle

Heart-shaped, linear or pencil

You can draw them green in spring

Paint the tree from where they came

Crinkle a gum leaf for its scent


So many leaves

Unfolding and falling

Into your world







Poem of the Day


Blown Away

by Nadine Cranenburgh


I’ll tell you where I’ve been

I don’t think you’ll believe it

It started with a leaf

And me running to retrieve it


It fluttered through the rain

And over lots of puddles

So when I caught it up

I was soaked and in a muddle


It settled down at last

Upon a rotten jetty

I reached for it with hands

That were colder than a Yeti’s


That leaf was almost mine

I stretched out with a sigh

But then it blew away

To a dingy tied nearby


A sudden gale-force gust

Sent us sailing through the ocean

I clung on like a limpet

Feeling seasick from the motion


The wind dropped, I was lost

With no clue of north or south

Right then the leaf bobbed gently

Through a great whale’s gaping mouth


Surprisingly I followed

What else was there to do?

But leaves give whales an itchy throat

So skywards we both flew


I splashed into the sea

And heard a rotor spinning

A helicopter scooped

Another ride beginning!


I madly treaded water

Determined not to drown

We flew above a fire

And the helo tipped us down


I landed fairly softly

Upon a smoky shore

Close by the burned-out jetty

Where the dingy was before


A seagull grabbed the leaf

Flapped through the ashes squawking

My leaf was gone for good

So back home I started walking


That’s why I’m late for tea

It’s true, just like I said

What’s this, a leafy salad?

I might just go to bed.