Yesterday one of my year nine classes had the task of writing a poem from a selection of words – much like magnetic fridge poetry! Here’s one I wrote while they were busy:

Beyond silence.
The Milky Way scatters its ashes
in the crumpled night.

Alive, he soars, twists, blown
on a shimmering southerly
towards hills, peaks
beyond silence.

Faded reflections ripple
on a diamante surface,
while the terracotta moon
drags behind.

Until dawn tears a scarlet mouth
in the soft grey mist.