Cake by Isabella Maxwell

Whose cake are you?
and how old do you need to be
to take a slice of you?
I'd like a helping
if you weren't made of plastic,

Nine candles on the cake,
blue spots all around,
who does this cake belong to?
and how old do you need to be
to take a slice?

Birthday Cake: celebrating the sculpture trail. by Karen Lockyear

Sea Dragon by Neil Howell

There be dragons,
so the myths say;
they’re there on the maps.
Does a sea-dragon roar,
out in the ocean,
its serpent’s domain
far from the shore?

There be dragons,
so sailors say
in their tales of the rum.
Does a sea-dragon soar
out of the ocean
crushing to tinder
ships in its maw?

There were dragons once,
so poets say
in their songs of the sea.
Then Man took the floor,
polluting the ocean,
poisoning the air,
despoiling the land …..
Now dragons be no more.

Thankyou Fiona Boss for this video of the Sea Dragon in action

Sea Dragon by Karen and Liz Lockyear

 

 

Torn dress by Isabella Maxwell

Dressed to impress,
mask covering sordid face,
stand to admire,
dress made of rubbish
made to look like golden fabric,
girl with sensitive fingers,
the dress entwines her legs,
flowing back out onto the floor around her,
true talent in visible form.

The Snail by Neil Howell

Come listen to the tale
of a snail on the TRAIL,
a whale of a snail
like a billowing sail
in the face of a gale,
with a shell so pale
in milk-bottle mail
enchained from its head to its tail.

Don’t fail to say “hail”
to this frail plastic snail
as you pass in the day;
and don’t be afraid
or take flight at night
or rail at the sight
of a snail on parade
in the pale moonlight.

Pray for the snail.
For remember one day,
one September day,
that snail will quail
as its tentacles flail,
knowing it’s come to the end of the TRAIL.
You may wail for the snail
but to no avail,
for the snail on display
has had its day.
It will be ….. descaled.

And that is the tale
of a snail on the TRAIL.

 

 

 

 

TAAG – Snail