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From Freddie (aged 9)
Canvas of Blue Sky Earth’s chiffon scarf Everlastingly changed Being stretched along this blue canvas of eternity God With his giant paintbrush Never running out On this cerulean ceiling Of the sky Freddie (aged 9) St John’s College School, Cambridge, UK (you can also read the other poems by pupils from St John’s College School)
From Indrani Ananda
MAGONIA – THE CITY IN THE CLOUDS I see a crystal city all of blue moonlight and fashioned out of air; I see the men who walk there and they are beautiful and wear gold on their hair; I see their ships of Elven light Sailing in the silver night, Calling to me …. Above […]
From Sheila Sansom
The Sky Painter What wouldn’t I give to be ‘The Sky Painter’ My canvas as vast as the heavens. My brush strokes commanding the weather. Delicate washes Extravagant oils. A rainbow pallet exploding with joy. What wouldn’t I give to be ‘The Sky Painter’ © Sheila Sansom
From Sue Shaw
Send In The Clouds ( Can be sung to ‘Modern Major General’ from ‘Pirates of Penzance’ by Gilbert & Sullivan) I’ve seen Dolphins, ladies underwear, a dragon and a vampire bat, Cupid with his quiver, Abra’m Lincoln in his stovepipe hat, Giant rabbits, puffin head, A laughing man sat up in bed, Pteranadon above the […]
From Ernesto Vargas Rueda
Dreams. Every once in a while elements plot in the steam of someone’s sight. And there grows something so fragile that it becomes transparent. It is so transparent that one can take a deep glance. An in the depths it is white… so white that it’s simply pure. Every once in a while throw your […]
From Patricia S Brown
Washington State, USA Context The sky is hung with clouds like some great stage while we wander below, too often unaware of the play. © Patricia S Brown
From Michael Davis
Clouds at 25,000 Gliding through puffy white On metal wings of wonder Patchwork quilt o’ glorious sight The ground that passes under From my window I scan the sky For clouds on high and low Searching endless as I try For objects I may know On and on my gaze intent The shapes amongst the […]
From Sue Shaw
If Clouds were Blue If clouds were blue and the sky was white, Would ‘Singin’ the Blues’ mean you’re ‘Feelin’ Alright’? Would elderly ladies be the ‘White Rinse Brigade’? And would ‘Blue Suede Shoes’ come in some other shade? Would little white lies be Turquoise or Prussian? Would vodka and Curacao make a White Russian? […]
From Jackie S Brooks
Cloud Collecting Oh those blue skies are very nice but if you stop to think twice, by clouds they are enhanced and they keep us all entranced. When fascination takes root photographs we must shoot, and with camera in hand we will wander the land. When we start to obsess of cloudscapes to possess, life […]
