From Mia (aged 8)

From Mia (aged 8)

Clouds

The voice of the sun
Told me to bring my paints out
To paint the sky.
To shape the clouds
With my skilful brushstrokes
White wisps
Scarlet smudges
Pink pinpricks
An endless task lies ahead of me
The clouds busy forming
From my restless hands
The shy filling and unfilling
Blue over white over blue
For all eternity.

Mia (aged 8)
St John’s College School, Cambridge, UK
(you can also read the other poems by pupils from St John’s College School)

4 Comments
  • Papalo

    March 3, 2012 at 3:17 pm

    Mia, I still can hear the sun´s voice. Great poem.Congratulations.:)

  • Nonna

    March 16, 2012 at 8:16 am

    Wonderful and colourful imagery. I can really recognise what you are saying. Well done!!

  • James

    March 16, 2012 at 1:26 pm

    That’s lovely Mia. Great alliteration and delightfully imaginative.

  • Kieran and Kate

    April 1, 2012 at 8:23 pm

    Fantastic Mia! Pink pinpricks is our favourite bit. Beautiful poem. I’m a very proud uncle.

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