I have always loved writing poetry - a poem I wrote as a child has been included in a Macmillan Christmas anthology, and I published poems before I started writing stories. My poems have appeared in anthologies for publishers including Bloomsbury, Candlestick Press, Macmillan, Scholastic, Collins Children's Books, Oxford University Press, Otter-Barry Books and A&C Black.
I have also written poems for Pearson educational publishers.
My mini eBooks One Week of Christmas Poems, One Week of Dinosaur Poems, One week of Nature Poems, One Week of Space Poems, One Week of Football Poems, One Week of Spooky Poems, One Week of Seaside Poems, One Week of Pirate Poems, One Week of Puzzle Poems and One Week of History Poems are available on Amazon Kindle. The first six books in the series are also gathered together in the One Week of Poems Omnibus.
I have also written poems for Pearson educational publishers.
My mini eBooks One Week of Christmas Poems, One Week of Dinosaur Poems, One week of Nature Poems, One Week of Space Poems, One Week of Football Poems, One Week of Spooky Poems, One Week of Seaside Poems, One Week of Pirate Poems, One Week of Puzzle Poems and One Week of History Poems are available on Amazon Kindle. The first six books in the series are also gathered together in the One Week of Poems Omnibus.
Here are a couple of poems. I'll change them every now and then so come back to see what's new.
DOES A CATERPILLAR DREAM?
As a caterpillar crunches All those lovely leafy lunches, Does it raise its little eyes To the butterfly-filled skies? Does it watch them as they dance? Does it wish for just one chance To escape its leafy place, And fly free in light and space? As it chews and chews and chews, Does it long for different views? An escape from endless green? Does a caterpillar dream? As a butterfly is drinking Golden nectar, is it thinking Of lost days of steady munching And companionable crunching? As it flits through sunny skies, Do faint memories arise Of the crawl from leaf to leaf In the shady world beneath? Of a time when it was green, Trying hard not to be seen, Long before this rainbow splendour? Does a butterfly remember? |
THE WIVES OF HENRY VIII
King Henry the eighth had a number of wives, Who mostly had brief or quite miserable lives. One died, two divorced and two more lost their heads. Just one beat the odds by surviving instead. Spain’s Catherine of Aragon, wife number one, Gave Henry a daughter instead of a son. He needed an heir and at last he lost hope, Divorcing his wife and defying the pope. Then came Anne Boleyn. At first, Henry was keen. He wooed her with gifts and then made her his queen, But, one daughter later, unhappily wed, He charged her with crimes and then… off with her head! Jane Seymour was next and, oh glorious day, A son, little Edward, was soon on the way, An heir at long last, but at terrible cost, For Jane became sick and, days later, was lost. Now politics brought Anne of Cleves to the king. He fancied her portrait, but not the real thing. You can’t just behead a close ally, of course, But Henry was swift to demand a divorce. He thought Catherine Howard was more to his liking, A lady-in-waiting, both youthful and striking, But maybe too striking, for once they were wedded, The rumours soon started and she was beheaded. The last, Catherine Parr, was both older and calmer, And steered a safe course through political drama. The king was now sick and she nursed and advised him, Befriended his children and, somehow, survived him. |