Poems

I will put in the box
The feeling of the sunny sparks touching my velvet skin
The swish of the rotten salty sea shivering across the Atlantic
And fire balls flow from the sky like shooting stars in the night

I will put in my box
Pieces of gorgeous glitter sprinkles and buttercream icing
The breeze through my hair and the smell of strong cider vinegar
running through my mind

I will put in my box
Crispy sand that rumbles its way across the beach
A grandad riding a pink BMX
And a little girl with a wooden walking stick

My box is fashioned from silver and steel
With hinges of chocolate fudge brownies
The lid is covered in big fluffy marshmallows

I fly high through Mount Everest in my box
Whilst gliding across the snow and I
Whistle quietly

My box

I will put in my box
The smell of a sweet Spanish dinner on a hot summer day
Fire from of the fire place that kept us warm
The tip of a earing touching my ear

I will put in my box
The bounce of snow on a trampoline
The sip of coke the first time I tried it
A leaping spark from the dancing fire work

I will put in my box
One wish spoken by a little girl
The best joke of my firm friend
And the first word of a baby

I will put in my box
The eternal seconds of an eclipse
My brother on a broomstick
My cousin on a white horse

My box is made from
Water, gold and diamonds
With stars on the side and secrets in the corners
Its hinges are flares of hope
I shall swim in my box
In the great waving sea
Of the Atlantic
Then come across an island with golden sand
The colour of a crown
I will put in my box stories of my life so that I shall never forget

I will put in the box

The fur of my fluffy hamsters
The cold water hitting my feet
Salty sea shells on the sea shore.

I will put in the box

A drop of oil in the steamy pan
A silent classroom
A drop of rain hitting the sealing.

I will put in the box

My nan’s dog
My brother
A fluffy hedge.

I will put in the box

My holiday from Cornwall
At the strand
Makenzie!

I will put in the box

My pets
The school
The hospital.
I will put in the box
All of my sweets
My friends
The great days of my life.

I will put in the box

My box is fashioned with games tablets rain books
And trees.

I will put in the box

The first smile of a baby tortoise
The train to Bognor Regis
And the first kittens I saw

I will put in the box

My first swimming lesson
The silly fluttering moth
And the great atmosphere of history

I will put in the box

A cold winter blizzard
A first wintery Christmas
And the freezing white snow

I will put in the box

My fun childhood
The gratefulness of my birth
And the first songs I heard

My box is made from ice gold and silver crystal
With hinges fashioned from precious
Blood red rubies
I will play in my box on a golden beach
And wake in my snowy winter’s garden

I will put in the box

The first conga in the sapphire blue nursery
Tears from the cheerless eyes of my past
The first word spoken by a beautiful young baby

I will put in the box

A picnic of ham sandwiches in our car
The opening of a door to the vast holiday home
A spark from an active sparkler when it was Halloween

I will put in the box

The ear splitting shriek of my sister breaking her bones
The last laugh of my ancient Great Grandmother
And the first glimpse of my Step Mother’s thrilled face

My box is fashioned with game consoles and books
With pictures of the rain and the sun on the lid
With secrets in the depths of its corners
And a steel lock so no one can ever get in

I shall surf in my box
In the turquoise waves of the Caribbean
And then play in the palm trees
With my family members until the sun goes down

Last night I saw my bedroom dozing
Lamps were dreaming of becoming stars
Whilst cosy quilt covers were cuddling soft teddies

Last night I saw my bedroom partying
Toothbrushes were dancing the waltz
With minty fresh toothpaste
Teddy bears had a midnight feast
Whilst clothes sang to the sound of rush hour

Last night I saw my bedroom crying
Tears streaming down cold windows
Colourful wallpaper tried not to cry
The drawers opened their watering eyes
Throwing tonnes of clothes out

Last night I saw my bedroom breathing
Curtains opened their eyes ready for the day ahead
My bed stretched and yawned as Monday morning approached

This morning I saw the theatre awaken
Velvet-red curtains yawned
Plush pillows snored
And the columns stretched on the carpeted floor

This morning I saw the theatre eating
Exit doors noisily crunched
Unfastened handbags noisily munched
The theatre was so stuffed it wouldn’t eat ’til lunch

This afternoon I saw the theatre partying
Jewellery jingled
Objects mingled
Excited sandbags tingled

This evening I saw the theatre go to bed
Mirrors washed their faces
Slippers left no traces
Spectacles entered their cases
And they all went to bed

This morning I saw the rink breathing
Puffing doors exhaled scents fill the air
Mobs of cold winters air rushing through
The winters locked doors

This morning I saw the rink awaken
Fire doors stretched open releasing the bitter iciness
The ice skates were animated buzzing about the big game
Air cons hesitate at the piercing cold winters ‘air

This morning I saw the rink crying
The tears from the penguins sliding through the cold ice
Plastic fold aways stared at cracked mirrors
Lamenting another day getting bashed about by the big skates

This morning I saw the rink dancing
Polar bears sliding across  the rink holding hands
The hot chocolate frolicking at the counter
The hockey puck whirling and twirling the morning away

Yesterday I saw Tracy Island waking up
Curved swimming pools opened wide
Tropical trees jumped out of the curled soil
Before lurching backwards to the gentle hum of Thunderbird 2

Yesterday I saw Tracy Island partying
Thunderbird 1 launched like a firework
Shooting up into the sky
While the piano danced to its thrust

Yesterday I saw Tracy Island blinking
Pictures open and closing their glowing eyes
To alert the island base of any emergency anywhere around the world
Lab control panels constantly opened their blood red eyes when experiments were
Going on

Yesterday I saw Tracy Island waving
Diving boards wavde Thunderbird 1 away
While leaves waved at the villa’s smoke going into the air

Yesterday I saw Tracy Island settling down
White piano keys telling their final tale
Pool tables rolling their sleepy balls away
While blinking pictures shut their eyes for good
Desks hugged all their valuables
Before everything went to sleep

Yesterday, I saw the classroom arousing,
Curtains opened to the rise of the sun
Chairs untucked themselves
Windows stretched out as the scholars bolt in
Whilst aromas of early morning coffee wandered in
To the tune of birds’ tweets, birds got us on our feet

Yesterday, I saw the classroom munching
Bins nibbling on the repulsive litter
Doors gobbling up pupils as they scurry inside
Appetizing scents of paper gloriously filled the classroom
The window grazes on the fresh, minty air

Yesterday, I saw the classroom partying
The pencils manoeuvred across the page
Trays rattled to the beat of knees
Breezes of the air compelled the pages to do a Mexican wave

Yesterday, I saw the classroom snoozing
Chairs tucked back into their cosy bed
The book corner read a bedtime story
Good night class!