Sleep by Nadine Cranenburgh

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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

 

Death on the High Seas by Nadine Craneburgh

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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

Pelican Manners by Nadine Craneburgh

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Pelican Manners

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.

A Spider’s Dilemma by Pat Simmons; Pillow Pet by Nadine Cranenburgh; Greedy Guts by Dianne Bates

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A Spider’s Dilemma

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

 Pillow Pet

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.

Greedy Guts

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.

by Dianne Bates

Fan by Nadine Cranenburgh

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Tea by Nadine Cranenburgh

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Tea

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.

by Nadine Cranenburgh

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.

Counting Down by Nadine Cranenburgh

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Counting down

 

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 

Blown Away by Nadine Cranenburgh

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Blown Away

 

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

Green Winter by Nadine Cranenburgh

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Green winter

 

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

Cat and Bag by Nadine Cranenburgh

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Cat and Bag

 

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