The Dirigible Balloon
Poetry for Children

The Fibonacci Spell

Listen to Gaynor read her poem ...
The sky is dark, the silence deep
And nothing stirs in nature’s sleep.
But wait, who’s that? There, standing still,
Whose sweeping cloak keeps out the chill.
His hat is pointy, star-shapes gleam.
He slowly moves as in a dream.
His eyes are sharp, with furrowed brow.
He holds a wand. I see it now.
And from its tip, out shoots a spark.
It flickers, lighting up the dark.

The wizard murmurs ‘Zero, one…’
A spell, it seems, has just begun.’
And then he counts, ‘One, two and three…’
And branches spiral ‘round a tree.
He waves his wand and whispers, ‘Five…’
And honey bees fly from their hive.
‘Eight … thirteen…’ Moving slow,
A fern, uncurling, starts to grow.
And, with a ray from dawning sun,
The wizard whispers, ‘Twenty-one.’
His wand sweeps over forest floor.
He mutters, ‘Yes! Now thirty four…’

And as he moves on out of sight,
The forest floods with golden light.
A shoot climbs up from mossy bed.
A flower tosses back her head.

The wizard moves on, counting still,
And motes of magic spark and thrill.
With every Fibonacci number,
New forms waken from their slumber.

Spirals twist in pine cone scales
And pearly homes of seashell snails
New leaves open, stetch, unfurl.
The sunflower’s seedheads crowd and whirl.

Such wizardry! The magic spell
That curls the spiral of a shell.

About the Writer


Gaynor Andrews

Gaynor is a primary teacher who has taught in schools across the UK, as well as Thailand and France. Gaynor loves the rhythm of language and she has a particular passion for rhyme. She is a member of SCBWI and her picture books are represented by Kate Scarborough, Tyilds Agency. Gaynor was long listed for the Write Mentor Children’s Novel Award, shortlisted for a flash fiction entry and a winner in Vivian Kirkfield’s 50 Precious Words competition.