A short and playful sorrel damsel of a poem that rises from beneath the ice sheets.

sorrel damsels sit on the ice

sorrel damsels sit on the ice
ribbons round their tails
from beneath the ice i
a former beauty play them violin

A pickle jar and cold bedsheets, growing up has never been such a blast in this poem.

seasons

in winter i grab the pickle jar and sit on it
my mother taught me
never to dance on cold bedsheets

in spring i tear at buttons

Do you enjoy tilling golden earrings in the garden? A mischievous poem about spring.

spring

the big gardener is tilling earrings
oh the nightingale in his pocket has burst!
but isn’t it lovely isn’t it delightful
when the big gardener
tills golden earrings in the garden

What happens when an old lady meets a chemist and a venetian pigeon? 

venetian pigeons

the chemist caught hold of a venetian pigeon
hooray let’s catch hold of his sack!
the old woman caught hold of the pigeon
and when we flipped the power switch
the old woman flew away