From The CREW Mag #1

I LIKE CW  (creative writing)

Estelle Norman

You can imagine things,

Like a bird lifting on wings.

Your mind can reach as high

As the clear blue sky.

Magnificent words

Can chirp like birds.

Through the ocean dipping and diving

Is me and creative writing.

Splashing through the clear blue ocean

Making purple, bubbling potions.

You can write explanations on bright red mars,

Or you can write arguments about dust and stars.

Some words can slowly float off the pages, but some

are angry and pounce off like a waterfall in rage.

The page is never blank white

It is always covered in things I write.

My words can travel over the sea

And around a garden filled with bees

My words can travel through the sun  over mars

To a baby turning one and around

        the gleaming stars

           

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memory pesto dreams

Max Hall

minty flesh

so strong and fresh

memory pesto dreams

grass green veins

so dumb, no brains

memory pesto dreams

pizza, pasta,

italian lustre

memory pesto dreams

the pesto smell

is hard to sell

memory pesto dreams

memory pesto, dreams

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HERBS 

Lucas Baird

The rosemary smelt like

a worl of powerful sweet lollies

buzzing around your mind.

The spectacular basil

knocked me out

with its strong scent.

Corriander’s lovely dreamy feeling

reminded me

of the botanical garden in Japan.

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The heron

 Emily Bunting

This grey winged bird I call a heron,

its sharp beak killing the fish.

Giant wings, an elegant bird.

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Noise

Estelle Norman

The tingle of a bell

the roaring of a bear,

the pounding of a drum,

drumming everywhere.

The chirping of a bird,

the whistle of the wind,

the purring of a cat

that’s name is Timmy Tin.

The neighing of a horse,

the squeak of a  mouse,

the bark of a dog

that lives inside my house.

The croak of a frog,

the blowing in the air,

the sound of a human

chewing up a pear.

The words of a human,

the singing of a song,

the beat of some train wheels

chugging on and on.

The clapping of hands,

the creak of the floor,

the tap tap tap tap

when you knock on the door.