by Rachel Piercey | Jun 27, 2025 | Issue 9 poems
Sunrise behind me, moon up ahead: Double-shine morning – silver and red. Together, we turn, walk backwards and then: Double-shine morning! We see it again! * Carol Coven Grannick is an award-winning children’s author and poet whose novel in verse, REENI’S TURN,...
by Rachel Piercey | Jun 27, 2025 | Issue 9 poems
Mum makes a mark on the chart to see how much I’ve grown. Last time I was about the size of a toddling Emperor penguin (but taller than my brother who’s just a Shetland pony). I have shot up, Mum says. Rrrr! I’m now standing proud as a lion. If I swirl my arms and...
by Rachel Piercey | Jun 27, 2025 | Issue 9 poems
The biggest book I know is… massive, mammoth prodigiously large colossal, enormous like a hulking great barge containing a mighty multitude of monumental magnitude gargantuan, gigantic humungous, titanic a vast treasure chest a capacious cornucopia a huge reading fest...
by Rachel Piercey | Jun 27, 2025 | Issue 9 poems
The monster is swaying. The monster is baying. The monster is staying to prey upon me. The storm clouds are clearing. The sun is appearing. The monster is leering – oh wait, that’s a tree. * Suzy Levinson is a children’s author and poet whose work has been...
by Rachel Piercey | Jun 27, 2025 | Issue 9 poems
I’m an easel for a giant painter. I’m a stately solo procession. I’m four sturdy tree trunks holding up a tent or a wrinkly grey blanket flung over a line. I’m a map etched with contour lines, a blank billboard, an advertisement for vegetarianism. I’m a trumpeting...
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