Serren Kassa

I’m fortunate. I work in an office in Yokohama, Japan, so high that it has an incredible view of the city. And, not just that. If I look one way, I can see a part of the port. On the sunny days, the water glitters in the way that takes your breath away and inspires the deepest of reflection. If I look the other way, Mt. Fuji stands in her regal glory, crowned with white snow, like a sentry beside the mountain spine that surrounds this side of the city. It’s impossible not to

Here is a writing prompt to test your creativity and build writing skill. In 25 words, describe one of the colours that you are wearing. Do this for 3 colours. 25 words each. I love it because it really gets you thinking about different ways to describe and write about a colour- gets you testing different language and different methods. It also gets you thinking hard about what is the most important way to convey it, because 25 words is a really tight number. You can’t waffle

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

I walk along the side Of a hill well climbed: Out past the glen where the trees grow thick And tall 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, Just blue, Light blue: Azure. How long has it been since the sky glowed like this? Pure, Not grey, Not musty, 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, Of music; 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

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

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

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

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

I created this when I was visiting a relative in Canada. While I was there, I read a book called The End of Absence by Michael Harris. It’s a wonderful book discussing the current age of technology and social media, and the relationship we now have with them. It really struck me, so I ordered a copy for myself and ended up reflecting further upon the topic. These reflections then created this poem. I find myself, if writing a rhyming poem, tending towards the AABB pattern. I

Poem writing prompt: Listen to a piece of music. Write a poem to it. It’s the Music Sound echoing, beat swelling, Surrounding the senses, music takes over, A guitar rift haunts, Ringing somewhere in my head, Bass pulsing, melody raising, Mind lost to this wonder as I zone from the real world, Taking over, Volume increasing, Powerful and encompassing, This evocative sound feels empowering, As if adrenaline flows in the veins, What else possesses such inspiring melody

I thought it was about time to put up a part of a story. Not long ago I was haunted by an idea of a detective from the Victorian era. Not a brilliant and excitable sleuth such as Sherlock Holmes, but one a little more down to earth and run down by the horrors he had seen. As I’ve had a couple of days off, I thought it was about time to get this idea started: *** The turn of the dawn hailed the lamplighters to snuff out the dimming lantern flames, revealing a slow crack of pal