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Tag: National Poetry Day 2017
#NationalPoetryDay Freedom Poem by Alan Cadman
The Forest’s Call
Staring with jewelled eyes;
stretched on a sturdy branch.
Concealed in panther black,
feeling the forest’s call.
A child, licks on ice cream,
looks through the zoo’s steel bars;
wishing to stroke his fur
before moving along.
© Alan Cadman 2017
National Poetry Day Freedom Video – Gerard Benson and River Song
Freedom Poem – Riding a Lion by Coral Rumble
RIDING A LION
I dreamt of riding a lion, a fast one,
A fierce one, with a flash of wildness in his eyes.
I could feel his tented ribs with my clinging knees.
I dreamt he leapt and flew, huge wings spreading,
His deep growl rumbling like a well oiled engine.
My fingers curled into a tangle around his mane.
I dreamt he swooped a deep dive, a daring dive,
A dizzy dive, against the roaring wind,
And I didn’t even close my eyes in fear.
I dreamt he landed on an island, a golden one,
Where all the lions fly, and children ride
On their warm backs, clutching the edge of danger.
© Coral Rumble
Set a Poem Free on Saturday 30th September!
Come to Jan Dean’s and my Giant Magnetic Poetry experience at Exeter Central Library!
We are both National Poetry Day Ambassadors, charged with making poetry as much fun as it is on National Poetry Day and in that week. You have been warned.
It’s impossible not to play with the magnets, and once playing with the magnets, magic happens, and it’s impossible not to write poem.
ANY age! ANY experience!
Poems written before…
Oh, yes – we’ll also have a GIANT double-sided wooden poem puzzle.
We’ll be making little poems books, and we’ll be expecting you…
National Poetry Day Poem from John H Rice
In the run up to National Poetry Day I am featuring poems by children’s poets on this years NPD theme – Freedom!
This one is from John H Rice, a former primary school headteacher who writes educational materials for children – and poems!
Hatchling
Once, this was
All: a perfect cell
Of protection.
Now, hazed light
Calls through muted
Translucence and she
Twists upon herself
To escape her
Fragile confinement.
She strikes the shell
Intermittently,
Rests,
Strikes
Again:
This birth
Is her own.
Sound
Breaks from shadows,
Light splinters…
And the world
Emerges.
© J H Rice
Poem Film Fun in the Run-Up to National Poetry Day!
Here is another poetry film on the theme of Freedom for National Poetry Day. Philip Waddell reads his poem Unforgettable Days deep in the heart of the Chew Valley, Somerset!
Poetry Roundabout 