There’s a light in the distance But I know not what it’s for, It just appeared in the mist As twilight settled. The hazy blue-grey Of mountains dressed in clouds, Overshadows and hides The origin of this pinprick glow. Almost a speck-sized orb To guide you through eventide’s haze. *** Www.serrenwrites.wordpress.com #SerrenWrites #Poetry #challenge #world #wisps #Earth #twilight #creativewriting #SerrenWrites #dailyword #Night #peace #poem #lamp #nature #APoemaDay #eventide #l
Tumultuous pass- When ten sails duelled tempest’s rage, Six sails ne’er returned. *** This time I challenged myself to fit a synecdoche into my haiku! Can you write a haiku with a synecdoche? Post it in the comment section, below. *** Www.serrenwrites.wordpress.com #SerrenWrites #Poetry #writingchallenge #storms #harbour #world #Ocean #boats #ships #writingprompts #wordchallenge #tempest #haiku #water #SerrenWrites #Life #journey #poem #nature #APoemaDay #synecdoche
I walk along the side
Of a hill well climbed:
Out past the glen where the trees grow thick
And cover the path with dappled shade.
Branches overhang with umbrellas of leaves
Until you step out beyond, out the other side,
Onto an open hill,
Where you can stop and gaze at the land below.
This land, a timeless land,
It stretches out below-
A patchwork of colour and fields and towns and roads,
Where the river curls and meanders through,
And you see the riverb
A Dreamer’s Eyes There’s a glimmer in their eyes;
A collision of worlds as thousands of stars rise and fall and glisten together.
Planets and people wander in an ever-changing, ever-growing orbit
Around the centre of this soul
Who dreams of universes clashing and merging and rippling in unison. Their far-off look has observed many a nebula
Burn beyond its capacity and collapse in a shower of colour.
They dance in it, in their minds, as it rains into a lake, an ocean, of
A cloudless sky.
It’s been a while
Since the expanse above stretched endlessly blue,
No wisp of cloud or mark in sight,
Azure. How long has it been since the sky glowed like this?
Not white and covered
So that we cannot see what lies above-
Just a blanket of cloud and white. But not today.
Today: A veil of blue,
So high that it feels we could never touch it,
Never reach it,
Never pass it.
Stretching on forever,
Always just out
Today I have been thinking about the spring, waiting eagerly for it to appear full bloom, bringing with it warmth, sunshine, and beautiful growth. *** She Dances with the Breeze She dances with the breeze,
This friend of mine,
Eyes radiant with the joy of life,
This melody that enchants her heart
And my vision
As I watch from my place beneath the sun. If there were leaves,
I believe they would dance with her.
Twisting around her on an unseen spiralling air c
So my friend was wondering if I could write a part two of The Orange Ball that the Mermaids Took, as she wanted to share it with her KS1 class and wondered what would happen next in the poem, perhaps on the girl’s next visit the mermaids would give her something in return… The young girl sat by her bedroom window,
Eyes watching the sea through the glass-
Trying to see the mermaids play with her ball,
Wondering if they’d play above water at all. She couldn’t wait when that
The young girl looked out at the ocean,
Eyes desperately scanning the waves,
Looking out for the contrast of orange on blue,
“Papa, I can’t see my orange ball… can you?” The father looked into the girl’s large brown eyes,
Sad with the loss of her ball,
He squinted and pointed far out into the sea,
“Yes, look: the mermaids took it, can you see?” “The mermaids watched us play, today.
They saw us kick it, throw it, bounce it and then roll it.
And they liked how our ball
Our second challenge was to write 25 words inspired by the colours of the walls of the room that we were in. While you read this, perhaps guess the colours of the walls of the room I was in… I wrote a few versions- it was really interesting to get into. You should give it a go with the room that you’re currently sitting in! *** 1: Honey oozes like spun gold as the mellow autumn sun glints through translucent leaves to reveal the silhouettes of bees dancing amongst meadows of
Its shadow slipped over the land, temporarily painting the fields in black.
An almighty silhouette silenced the world with frozen awe, blocking out the sun as they searched above
For the thing that’s smothered their world into darkness,
Too untimely to be the night chasing away the glow of the sun. What is this thing, this platform above?
How does it glide so much higher than even the bravest of raptors?
What seems to be made of hulking stone scuds past without the slightest
Once again I have found myself drawn to a child’s poem- something for children to experience the magic in the world. So, if you have any children scampering about, I hope you show them the magic hidden all around us, and talk about what you may find in a Wizard’s pockets! Even better- get them to write their own version of what you may find in a wizard’s pockets, and have them comment below- it would be fun to see their ideas! *** A Wizard’s Pockets A wizard’s pocket has no r
High Tide at Night There’s something ominous about those inky black waters-
I stand staring at them as the icy wind buffets around me.
The dark and aggressive waves launch at the harbour walls,
And smother the beach, hiding the rocks.
All I can see of the waves are the pale frothing horses, galloping with wild, foaming mouths,
And the rocks I clambered over earlier become lost to the murky abyss.
I see no distinction between the night sky and the sea,
Only a flashing o
I had a strange feeling to write a children’s poem today. For a few years in my life, I turned to teacher training and spent 8 months as a teacher of my own class. It wasn’t for me, but I do look back fondly at some of the memories. Some of the best memories I have working as a teacher were when we covered poetry. Quite often poetry has a stigma of being boring- but I so enjoyed seeing the engrossed look on my class’ faces as they watched poetry recitals: ‘Chocolate Cake’ by
The Fire There’s a fire cracking in the hearth-
Burning, dancing, twisting, Glowing.
The blackening logs hiss with heat,
Steaming remnants of water evaporating in flames.
And the deep burnt orange of the flickering flames,
Glow like an autumn sunset contrasting with the black
Of night, or the dark metal of the old, rustic stove.
I sit to watch the fire lick up the blackened logs,
Warm inside near this heated stove,
Away from the blistering cold of the outside. *** ht
My struggle to get overly into the seasonal celebrations this year brings to mind those who may WISH to get into the season more, but are struggling for various other reasons. Maybe they’re alone, don’t have the fiscal means to enjoy it or provide shelter, or are stuck in places they don’t wish to be (varying examples, such as being stuck in a warzone, hospital or other unhappy scenario). And while humans by nature may try to make the best of things as much as they can, no ma
My weekend was full of fellowship- in just 2 days and Friday evening I enjoyed spending time with both of my martial arts clubs, had one of my longest friends over to stay, and have fully reflected on how fortunate I am to have such wonderful people in my life. Here’s to those who make me genuinely smile and light a beacon in my life. *** Fellowship The babble grows louder, more energetic.
Laughter bubbles, the joyful chuckles echoing, bouncing,
Around the company in which
Recently I saw a thread that had been screenshotted about the whole concept of children being afraid of the monsters that may be lurking in their rooms. The post was describing how the parent would put their child at ease: ‘Yes, there is a monster under your bed. But he’s a good monster- he’s there to catch the nightmares and get rid of them for you. Yes, there is a creature in your wardrobe, but don’t worry- he just likes the smell of our soap! He’ll make sure your clothes s
I tried something new in writing it, I was even told by someone it reminded them of Dr Seuss. Was there ever a better compliment? *** The Star and the Moon A stray star wondered the universe alone,
Feeling lost and his heart losing its light,
When it saw a moon with the face of a man,
And begged him to help set him right. “Oh, my dear star, what a surprise this is,
It’s been so long since something came near,
While the sun warms my face, he’s so far away,
That it become