Birkenhead Park Poet Winners 2013
My Star Mini Beast
I am a nasty creature
Even worse than y our teacher!
I climb and eat
I have lots of legs
That I curl up when I lay eggs
Which hatch and lay all over the place
My fangs are soaked in venom
Which goes well with my long denim
As the bird appears
The end of my life nears
A blinding punch
And the bird enjoys his well earned lunch
By Yvette Beddows
(Sapling S. Wirral H.S.)
I’m counting, I’m counting
As the boredom sets in.
So many eggs,
Not enough patience within’.
I go cool off in the very large pond, I need to hurry,
It’s quarter to 4.
However am I going to count 1000 and something eggs?
I get out of the pond,
Of this I am not very fond.
I hope he’s not in bed.
I go back to counting.
Err, where was I.
by Robert Batty
An enigmatic nonexistence
describes a vacuum, that depicts a void
which helps enlighten,
our mystifying beginning
Dark matter was seized
compacted, compressed and readied,
densely molded; awaiting
only that flickering ignition.
A sudden, soundless detonation unraveled;
propelled space and light through, unimaginable distances
while finger like strands strained probed and grasped,
towards unreachable boundaries
Lethargically, eyes sleepily blinked open,
time commenced setting, existence in motion
galaxies multiplied, birthing solar systems,
gravity arrived, confusing, adolescent planets
Billions of formations ominously remained, suspended,
tremulous; in a growing relentless catastrophic wake
whilst the journey continued,
into perpetual infinity
Accidental, or the work of some omnipotent being
an unanswerable enigma, having long passed by, leaving;
daylight to emerge; Earth to inhale,
a young Sun to form; our own Star, to be born.
Craning my head back to the night sky
Looking for the brightest things
Seeking evidence of other worlds
Discounting the street lamps’ fury
Discounting a flock of party lanterns
Floating by - to Liverpool and beyond
Trying to block out the orange city glow
Making out constellations in the highest arc
The Plough – follow its pointers to the North Star
Spotting Orion with his three star belt -
Alnitak, Alnilam, Mintaka –
Rising over our rooftop
Clearing the tall fir;
The great W of vain queen Cassiopeia;
The Pleiades – young star cluster
Nestling in the winter branches of the apple tree
If I climb the ridge
Descend into the darker fields of Storeton
Red giant, Aldebaran, shines more brightly
These are my familiar stars
We live in the season of their patterning
Judith Railton Oak (Written)