If I were a king

Just like I rarely write funny poetry, I almost never write poems for children. However, I wrote this one many years ago and thought I would share it at long last. It was inspired by a book called ‘A Child’s Garden of Verses’ by Robert Louis Stevenson which I won as a school prize when I was about seven (could have been a poetry prize but that is probably wishful thinking!)

If I were a King

If I were a king
And my bed was a throne
And the garden a kingdom
Of my very own

I’d stand on my bed
And proudly I’d say
Sun I command you
To shine every day

Rain you are exiled
From out of this land
And the clouds would disperse
With a wave of my hand

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Almost done

Seven years and my degree is almost complete. In just over a week my last ever project will be printed, bound and posted. Then it will be time to start writing for myself only. That is even more daunting. No deadlines to meet. No study books to read. No assignments to polish. No instructions, no marks and no feedback.

Real author time. I won’t be able to call myself a ‘creative writing student’ anymore. The feeling is just slightly uncomfortable. In reality we never stop learning. Like a martial artist who has just attained a black belt, the journey is just beginning.

Seven years

Me, in true fashion
Timely walks out from the nest
This is it, I’m done