Conkers
Listen to Paula read her poem.
Carefully prised from prickly cases
Or plummeting - split open with a thunk.
Nature’s treasures revealed.
Kerb-side gems, gleaming wetly among autumn mulch.
Even if carved from wood, you could not be more perfect.
Rich mahogany sheen.
Solid and reassuring in my pocket.
Or plummeting - split open with a thunk.
Nature’s treasures revealed.
Kerb-side gems, gleaming wetly among autumn mulch.
Even if carved from wood, you could not be more perfect.
Rich mahogany sheen.
Solid and reassuring in my pocket.
This poem is copyright (©) Paula Thompson 2023
About the Writer
Paula Thompson
Paula wrote her first story aged seven on her mum’s old typewriter - and has been writing ever since. As a newspaper journalist she has written for a variety of publications, but her true passion is creating poems and stories for children (you might have seen some of them in The Caterpillar magazine). She recently graduated with distinction from The University of Winchester’s MA in Writing for Children and is very excited to take flight on The Dirigible Balloon!
