Poem for a Pebble, by Vicky Gatehouse

I found you on a sad day. You lay on the pavement’s edge as if someone had kicked you aside, small, grey and imperfectly round. Eyes to the ground, I crept past, then a flicker of sun, and you winked and I knew that wink was for me. You were a perfect fit for my palm...

Beachcombing, by Sam Gayton

Let’s go see what the tide brought in, Down to the shore with the keeping tin. Scrump’ll come too – he’ll swim. Pebbles and stones and sea-stripped twigs. Seaweed clumps like mermaid wigs. Scrump’ll come too – he’ll dig. A chunk of sea glass, big as your thumb. A...

Flower, by Ciarán Parkes

An amazing pink and red and yellow coloured factory has just gone up in the city square. It seems to float lightly on top of a delicate thin green tower. Its shape is hard to describe. It’s full of windows, doors to let the sunlight and the workers in, who all arrive...