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Question Poem

What is dark? An abandoned coal mine, a sky without a sun and an evil heart.

What is light? The sun reflecting on the Queen’s diamonds, a kestrel’s feather on the north wind and a kid skipping out of school on the last day of term.

What are dead? A decaying stag corpse in a field , a T-Rex tail bone and the rainforest collapsing in a heartbeat.

What are alive? Newborn lambs springing around, a bundle of kittens clambering over each other and Miles Cyrus on Glastonbury.

What is hot? Bubbling lava straight from Mount Vesuvius, my pizza oven cooking a margarita and a midsummer sun high in the sky.

What is cold? An ice cube from the freezer, a winter night with a full moon and raindrops on my face.

I have never cuddled a panda

I have never eaten mouldy cheese from the floor 

But I have eaten cheddar cheese from the floor.

 

I have never ridden a hippo on the shiny shores of Lanzorote 

But I have ran with my dog on West Wittering Beach.

 

I have never tacked up King the horse

But I have tacked up Jigsaw the horse. 

 

I have never eaten a beautiful banana cupcake

But I have eaten a cheerful cheery cupcake.

 

I have never cuddled a panda while sitting on a haybale

But I have cuddled a chick while sitting on a haybale.

 

I have never eaten bacon because I am vegie

But I have eaten plant based bacon.

 

I have never ridden a lama in the Himalayas

But I have ridden a pony over a cross-contry jump.

 

I have never been to France

But I have met Mrs Watson who is french.

 

 I have never eaten dreadful out of date strawberries

But I have eaten out of date mushy blueberries before gymnastics.

I want to paint

I want to paint a skewbald Shetland grazing in the morning dew. The sound

of hooves galloping along the beautiful beach.A falcon

swooping to and throw  in the wind like a leave in the autumn.

 

I want to paint a school full of cheeky children throwing paper planes

at the teachers.Some teenagers assuming they are the best just because

the have phones. Occasionally a big bell dings for the end of class.

 

I want to paint the sound of clapping so loudly that it is like a hurricane.

Pink singing ‘Walk me home’ at the top of her lungs.