The Dirigible Balloon
Poetry for Children


Listen to Harula read her poem ...
I said it was impossible
I’d never manage that.
‘Of course you can,’ my father said
‘just use this thinking cap!’

With lengthy ceremony
his hands grasped at the air
as if a crown shaped roundish thing
was floating somewhere there.

He moved a step towards me
and he placed it on my head.
‘There’s nothing there, you made it up!’
‘We’ll see, my dear,’ he said.

I crossly crossed my arms and frowned
so hard it hurt my nose
but I am sure that you can guess
where next this story goes.

Suddenly my head got hot
a thousand thoughts a minute
were racing, whizzing round my brain
I closed my eyes and saw it!

Right there it was, surrounded by
those speeding, whizzing thoughts -
that heavy, dark impossible.
At least, that’s what I’d thought
But now it shone all shiny bright
I knew just what to do
to make stubborn impossible
come real life truly true.

When later on I saw my Dad
he smiled at me and said
‘I’d like my thinking cap back now,’
and reached towards my head.

‘No! Please!’ I cried
‘Not yet! Please Dad!
I think you might be right.
Just maybe it is possible –

can I keep it ’til tonight?’

About the Writer

Harula Ladd

Harula published her first book of poetry aged 10, using her Dad's new photocopier and a handy stapler! Currently living in Plymouth with a cat named Wendy, Harula is a regular performer on the South West open mic scene and loves writing on the spot poems for the public in just three minutes! Her poem, Skin, was recently nominated for the Pushcart prize. This is her first published outing as a writer of poetry for children!