In Love

I can't think straight.
My words spin off
in sugar and spice
	– you're so nice!
I've got a running filmstrip of you in my head
every time I close my eyes
	– I close my eyes quite often.
I feel so good
I feel like a morning
A kiss on a ferris wheel.
Let me be serious –
I'm in love with you.
I think of you at every turn
	– your eyes, your hands. 
I do the washing
Dream on the doorstep
Clean all the windows at high speed
Get lost 
Stare into space
Watch a green caterpillar
spin enough fine silk 
to let itself down smoothly
from the very top leaf
of a tree.

Angela Clouston
Taieri High School

Bat Poem

A sharp-eared bat
On leather wings
Flies swiftly through
The dark and sings.

With clicking sounds
And high-pitched squeals,
He swoops to snatch
His insect meals.

Such desperate darting twisting races
Are fought out in the blackest places,
For these brief dramas of the night
Are acted out with sound, not sight.
	
			Rupert Alchin

Shadow

The sun is high,
high in the sky.
Is the oak tree hot?
From beneath her green gown
she has dropped
a grey silk petticoat
on the ground.

	Pauline Cartwright


