One Day

One day I will marry

a Cornish girl,

we’ll live by the harbour

and travel the world,

sunlight will dance

on her amber curls –

one day I will marry

a Cornish girl.

One day I will marry

a Yorkshire lass,

an ochre-eyed beauty

her hair in a clasp.

Queen of the Dales,

the wind-beaten grass –

one day I will marry

a Yorkshire lass.

One day I will marry

a gypsy gal,

we’ll sleep in the ivy,

wherever we shall,

star-share our secrets

and never tell –

one day I will marry

a gypsy gal.

New Yah Prayer

New Yah Prayer

 

May the next year be as glittery,

may daddy stay the boss,

may mummy keep her credit cards

(and no one make a loss)

 

May fingers stay bejewelled,

may my pony be well-fed,

may Benedict make eyes at me,

(not Harmony instead)

 

May my wardrobe be this season,

may my music taste stay cool,

may I make 1000 Facebook friends

and captivate the school.

 

May we air kiss as we celebrate

the best of everything.

So come on everybody,

let the bells of New Yah ring!

 

 

The Hill

Distant hillside,

winter trees:

coral claws

in star-spiked seas.

 

Shadow-strobing

in between,

shapeless strangers

drift unseen 

 

gliding quickly

changing size,

form a circle

ember-eyed.  

 

Fire-dancing

circle break,

only silence

in its wake. 

 

Night lies empty

cold and still,

just the moonlight,

just the hill.

Midnight Hare

A blink of black
against the white
is leaving tracks
across the night.

On frozen fields
here and there,
the poem of
a midnight hare.

winter solstice

the sun stands still

as solstice stones,

ancient light

on sacred bones -

time again

to turn within,

watch the cycle

now begin

Spirit of the Well

 Spirit of the Well

Where Hawthorn trees are tied with rags,

you’ll find an ancient well.

I reside deep inside –

keeper of the spell.

Bring your sickly infants,

whisper prayers, gently kneel.

Bless them with my water,

I will cool, cleanse, heal.

Circle me in silence,

take the children, be away.

Spread the word, let it be heard –

I live again, this day.

Miss Bouquet’s End of Year Class Comments

Miss Bouquet’s End of Year Class Comments

Lily: Somewhat sombre. Rarely smiles.

Blossom: Flighty. Scatty. Can’t sit still.

Heather: Rugged outdoors type. A survivor.

Poppy: Respectful. Excellent memory. A great

example to others. 

Holly: Difficult to handle. Prickly.

Ivy: Takes over. Always where she shouldn’t be. 

Daisy: A daydreamer. Stares out of the window all day.  

Lavender: Bit of a purple patch this year.

Palmela: Thinks she’s something she’s not.