by Rachel Piercey | Jan 12, 2022 | Issue 1 poems
Start small, if you begin at all. Blue whales begin as blueberries. The redwood trees that grow so tall start small. If you begin at all, remember that – before they squall – the snowy blizzards start as flurries. So, start small when you begin it all. Blue whales...
by Rachel Piercey | Jan 12, 2022 | Issue 1 poems
We have an Assembly about new beginnings. I put my hand up and ask if it’s possible to have old beginnings. Miss Carson says she’s beginning to tire of my questions. Later I do my very special out-of-tune singing. Miss Carson says she can’t begin to imagine what I...
by Rachel Piercey | Jan 12, 2022 | Issue 1 poems
it was just a little fib but it GREW. Nobody checked the facts, nobody knew. I don’t like telling lies but what could I do? All my friends believed me, even you, even mum and dad, my teacher, the cheetah in the zoo, the lollipop lady who helped me across and asked me...
by Rachel Piercey | Jan 12, 2022 | Issue 1 poems
runner, runner ready, set, go! baker, baker ready, set, dough! farmer, farmer ready, set, hoe! pitcher, pitcher ready, set, throw! bedbug, bedbug ready, set, bite! firefly, firefly ready, set, light! Tyger Tyger, burning bright,...
by Rachel Piercey | Jan 12, 2022 | Issue 1 poems
The morning is quiet. There’s nothing I hear. I think there’s a riot of hush in my ear, a growl that is purring, a sleep without snoring, a monster not stirring, a lion not roaring, a shaking that’s steady, a wave that’s not breaking. I’m rested and ready. It’s time...
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