When you come to stay


we’ll clamber down to Telpyn

tiny pebbled cove

find driftwood flotsam


we’ll gather bleached logs

brittle kindling sticks

start a fire in sheltered rocks


we’ll hold sizzling sausages

(butchers and veggie)

above searing flames


we’ll build jetsam towers from

plastic floats and buoys

on shifting shingles


we’ll take your wetsuits

paddle in waves’ foam

search for cockle shells in sand


If I hadn’t been facilitating the SA Stanza meeting yesterday, I might well have taken this along for workshopping. I think writing for and to children is really tricky. One tends to revert to obvious rhythms and rhymes for some reason. In the attempt to avoid doing that, I found it difficult to achieve a consistent metre. The poem is written in syllabics. Any feedback gratefully accepted with this one!

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