Olympic Crowds​

Kick the point of an Irish dancer’s foot,
​and the pecking of a free-range chicken.

Crack the shell of a moorhen’s egg as it hatches,
and find my mother’s smelly running shoes.

Watch nature take a change when you hold the world in your hands, and simmer a rising smile in a puppy’s face.

Grate the sound of a loud butterfly’s wings,
and a pounce of a leopard’s eyes.

Serve silk of a fine frock, that’s been parting all night,
and a final bounce on a trampoline covered in Olympic crowds.

Olympic Crowds​

Kick the point of an Irish dancer’s foot,
​and the pecking of a free-range chicken.

Crack the shell of a moorhen’s egg as it hatches,
and find my mother’s smelly running shoes.

Watch nature take a change when you hold the world in your hands, and simmer a rising smile in a puppy’s face.

Grate the sound of a loud butterfly’s wings,
and a pounce of a leopard’s eyes.

Serve silk of a fine frock, that’s been parting all night,
and a final bounce on a trampoline covered in Olympic crowds.

Olympic Crowds​

Kick the point of an Irish dancer’s foot,
​and the pecking of a free-range chicken.

Crack the shell of a moorhen’s egg as it hatches,
and find my mother’s smelly running shoes.

Watch nature take a change when you hold the world in your hands, and simmer a rising smile in a puppy’s face.

Grate the sound of a loud butterfly’s wings,
and a pounce of a leopard’s eyes.

Serve silk of a fine frock, that’s been parting all night,
and a final bounce on a trampoline covered in Olympic crowds.

Beyond the colour door

Beyond the artic blue door,
Neptune stood;
ice cold in the midnight sky.​

Beyond the marigold door,
a scent of honey wafted
as bees wildly worked.

Beyond the fuchsia pink door,
roses blossomed
in the spring air.

Beyond the ruby door,
red apples as shiny as a star
shouted, “Eat me!”

Beyond the ocean blue door,
the salty sea silently swept along the coast,
crashing against the rocks.

Beyond the book brown door,
a story awaits another
day.

Beyond the colour door

Beyond the artic blue door,
Neptune stood;
ice cold in the midnight sky.​

Beyond the marigold door,
a scent of honey wafted
as bees wildly worked.

Beyond the fuchsia pink door,
roses blossomed
in the spring air.

Beyond the ruby door,
red apples as shiny as a star
shouted, “Eat me!”

Beyond the ocean blue door,
the salty sea silently swept along the coast,
crashing against the rocks.

Beyond the book brown door,
a story awaits another
day.

In The Room Of Owls​

I walked the room of owls, and the walls started to hoot.

Feathers covered everything in a blanket of brown; mice filled the dinner bowl.

Great wing spans hugged the chairs, tipping them forwards and back.

In the corners, trees with massive holes sprouted through the golden pink carpet.

Terrible talons pieced wood, gripping round the light shade.

Suddenly green eyes turned towards me.

There was a loud bang and the Glowing Pearl rushed down in an echoey silence. Holding their breaths, the crew didn’t move as they all knew what was going happen. The massive ship: swayed from side to side; Captain O’Hara clung to the wheel; and twigs popped the balloon making a huge sighing sound.

The Glowing Pearl floated down with a drifting glide to hover above the long grass. A sudden sigh filled the ship as for they thought that the deck was safe. Just then, a fire burst out of the ship and everyone abandoned the deck.

They had landed in a hidden land that was full of many vines, branches and animals. Flies pestered the trees, flying stupidly. Squatting the flies away, Georgie looked around confused; walked into the flies; and looked straight ahead. A clearing.

In the centre, Theo and Georgie saw: a snake of orange and yellow that curled up in the sun; a beautiful parrot full of mythical colours; and hidden pillars full of chiselled shapes and words. The rocky stone floor crumbled like old stone walls. On the edges, the trees circled wildly; sticks blew in the wind; and a little bridge, leading into the unknown, broke.

Thirty minutes later, Theo and Georgie found the selves back at the Glowing Pearl; the crew had gone out looking for supplies. The Captain left strict instruction; not to leave the ship. Georgie an Theo stood looking at the setting sun.

At that moment, a scraping noise echoed around them.