Matthew Sylvester
poem
The Warrior and the baby King
I haven’t written poetry since Primary School. Whilst I was in the car listening to Radio 4 (yes, I’m that old, and the R1 DJ are, to be honest, thick as shit) they were talking about ‘stuff’ and poetry came up. Then I got to thinking as I was driving and boom, the rather rhymey … Continue reading
The Demon Knife – A poem by my eldest, aged 10.
After the adulation that she received for her last poem, my eldest seems to have got the bug and wrote this. Right now she’s very much ‘bang them out in a couple of minutes’ which, if they are all as good as this, is fine by me! It does have me thinking that maybe Alternative … Continue reading
The Moving Statue – A poem by my daughter, aged 10
My daughter wrote this tonight as part of a homework assignment. I’m fairly impressed. She has a definite leaning towards horror in all of her writing. Warped little thing that she is 🙂 The moving statue I am the moving statue, Lifeless in the night when the great pearl of the sky comes to look … Continue reading
Daughters – They keep the surprises coming!
My eldest is doing a project on World War II. She has to stand in front of the class and give a talk. Needless to say she’s already better at using PowerPoint than I ever was. As part of this presentation she’s doing an imaginary diary, written by an evacuee. She then decided that she … Continue reading
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