Sleep
Last night
we glowed like rainbows
as drumbeats
shook the air
Tonight
dinner, toothbrush
quiet
It’s too early
Let’s have some fun
One more story
I don’t want to
go to sleep
I don’t want to
go to sleep
I
don’t
want
to
go
to
Nadine Cranenburgh
Last night
we glowed like rainbows
as drumbeats
shook the air
Tonight
dinner, toothbrush
quiet
It’s too early
Let’s have some fun
One more story
I don’t want to
go to sleep
I don’t want to
go to sleep
I
don’t
want
to
go
to
Death on the High Seas
Dastardly –
that’s me. Buccaneer
from my head
to peg leg
Cutlass poised, victim green with
fear of what will come
Time balanced
on a honed knife edge
descending
like rain to
a basin. Your end is nigh
broccoli, hold still
Nadine Cranenburgh
Get in line
wait your turn
The early bird gets the
worm, or in this case, the fish
Schools play hide and seek
underwater, as well as
on land, and I was
first, so I am ‘it’.
Get in line, wait
your turn, or I
might eat you
instead!
Nadine Craneburgh
Nadine says: I imagined the sort of conversation that might happen in that situation – although the pictured pelicans look very well-mannered.
An arthritic arachnid with eight knobbly knees
Sought medical help for her painful disease.
Her doctor prescribed her with cream to rub in
But the problem was how and just where to begin!
by Pat Simmons
My old dog Spot
is hard to spot
when hiding in my bed
He’s found a spot
all soft and hot
curled underneath my head
By Nadine Cranenburgh
Nadine says: The aim was to include a word that has multiple meanings.
Little Jack Horner
Sat in the corner,
Eating his Christmas pie
He ate it all, every crumb.
‘What’s for seconds?’
he asked his mum.
Tea for two can be so very nice
when conversation flows with warmth and ease
steep the stories slowly in the pot
and pour them, hot and sweetened to your taste
When conversation flows with warmth and ease
time trickles by in gentle lapping waves
so you can pour and taste the sweet bouquet
of friendship worn silk-smooth bypassing years
Time trickles, by and by, in gentle waves
friends come and go, the world’s still not that small
their passing worn silk-smooth by absent years
shared stories mothballed up for rainy days
When friends come to see me, time gets whirled
right back to the last time we shared a pot
Moths can’t eat our stories after all –
tea for two can be so very nice.
Nadine says: This is in response to the ‘T’ prompt on Australian Children’s Poetry. I am at my mum’s place, catching up and drinking tea, so the phrase ‘tea for two’ popped into my head. I’m writing a poem a day as part of the Month of Poetry in January, so thought I ‘d have a go at a new form of poem. A couple of google searches later, I found the pantoum – which has repeated lines, that can be tweaked for subtle shifts in meaning. I’ve also played with words that sound alike but mean different things. Here’s what I ended up with.
Five minutes left –
not much longer to wait
When the bell goes
I’ll zoom right through the gate
Left at the rose bush,
scream down Breakneck Hill,
bump through the creek bed
right up to Pa’s mill
Spokes spitting gravel
I’ll skid to a halt
my bike left to rest
like a sweat-lathered colt
Scrubbed up and changed
then I’m right for a snack –
left-over shepherd’s pie,
sigh and lean back
“Wake up right now!”
teacher’s voice breaks my spell.
Four minutes left…
I can’t wait for the bell
Nadine Craneneburgh
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.
Nadine Cranenburgh
In winter my feet get quite chilly
So I wear umpteen socks, I’m not silly
When the gas bills come in
They all go in the bin
And I burn them to boil up my billy.
Nadine Cranenburgh
It rustles, bustles in the breeze
I’m creeping, peeping round the couch
Nearer, nearer almost there
I pounce, but wait
Now it has me!
Let go, you sack of crinkly skin
Stop chasing me
Please stop
You win!
Nadine Cranenburgh