Poetry Centre

The Pen

  • I twist my head,
    Begin to write,
    Moving elegantly,
    I rub blue blood,
    Across the page,
    Crafting a poem.

    I twist my head,
    The wound closes,
    I glitter by the table.
    Thinking that,
    When I wake,
    I’ll be crafting a poem.

    I twist my head,
    Begin again,
    Seeking inspiration,
    But in the end ideas flow,
    Putting an end to
    Crafting a poem.

    by Maddy Smith (Sonning Common Primary School) (Third Prize)