Blue‑Colours‑Wearing Children
after Inua EllamsWe were squabblessome children / we stayed awake to bicker / like half‑heart pendants.
We were stage‑bound children / we were destined / like dressed for Christmas shop windows.
We were garden children / we soaked up air / like chess pieces.
We were shoe‑sale children / we scratched new red patent / like skipping races.
We were reader children / we delved in a book box / like trying on hats.
We were swimathon children / we dove in deep ends / like ripples of milk in saucers.
We were kitchen‑table children / we educated ourselves / like tuning pine.
We were listening children / we heard what we didn’t write / like an abacus.
We were shoutified children / we were talkative / like thumbprints.
We were happy children / we swanned about with smiles / like faces on Toby jugs.
We were blue‑colours‑wearing children / we painted with water / like best clothes worn every day.
We were stage‑bound children / we were destined / like dressed for Christmas shop windows.
We were garden children / we soaked up air / like chess pieces.
We were shoe‑sale children / we scratched new red patent / like skipping races.
We were reader children / we delved in a book box / like trying on hats.
We were swimathon children / we dove in deep ends / like ripples of milk in saucers.
We were kitchen‑table children / we educated ourselves / like tuning pine.
We were listening children / we heard what we didn’t write / like an abacus.
We were shoutified children / we were talkative / like thumbprints.
We were happy children / we swanned about with smiles / like faces on Toby jugs.
We were blue‑colours‑wearing children / we painted with water / like best clothes worn every day.
This poem is copyright (©) Kay Medway 2026

About the Writer
Kay Medway
Kay Medway is a library assistant and writes poetry, with work published in The Dirigible Balloon, Disabled Tales, and Scaryness Express. She loves day trips, which have inspired much of her writing, and enjoys reading and learning at every opportunity.