Halswell Quarry poem

Halswell Quarry
 By Mayke Blom (15 yr)

My younger shadow

Scrambles up a crumbled lump

Treasured through scenery

At the top

She sees ignored green

Where I see land

Filled with puddles,

Straw climbing boxes

And a puzzle plants

Further down
A Single prickle
a historic seed

From his grown stories

Hidden to passers-by

She sits on this quarry

and Waits for my return

The people by Mayke

A poem from the series "Christchurch" written by Mayke for Highschool

The people

by Mayke Blom

They dig for future
In a zap Of speed ..Yet,
A sack of steel green
Sheets that weak their shovels

They want to Fly high In the sky,
Using cubicles and paperwork
..All .......Day ..............Long.
The running flag dwelling proud
Waving Around a four coloured sky
 A simple season Easy to find
At the core of Christchurch

This town knows me

Mayke gave me a few of her poems. This one is from the series of Christchurch written for Highschool

This town knows me

By Mayke Blom

 This town knows me.

It gives me the double taste,

swinging me from country

to town in public carriages

This town knows me.

The scent of flowers or bush or meadow

Wisps calmly through

the air of Christchurch parks

This place knows me.

Memorizing

My typical table of time

 A shadow ignored by

Them who cling to their own eyes

And I know this town.

Cautious of people

ripping me off the page

 accidentally.

 I know this town.

sun being speedy

and clouds floating slow

Caught by the winds puff

A warm smile brightens the sky.

They, they don’t know this town

Hagley Park

Maykes poem

TOMORROW
By Mayke Blom

Over the sea that shines

A treasure lies

 Across the line

A cloudy staircase appears

We collide for a while

Fall into a puff of dreams

A memory hides

Petal flutter strokes window screen

Butterfly shivers

Erase panic thoughts

Deep inside carved snow

Love me more than tomorrow

 Behind a tangled column
We smile at its young glow
We live with the stars
It raised yesterday

poem about lunar eclipse

10 days ago on a Tuesday night we witnessed a beautiful lunar eclipse. Mayke really enjoyed it and I just found her poem about it.

In a million eyes
a glow of red shines
from a painted marble
in the sky
My brother and I
crackle neckbones
while the blue air
tickles our fingers
Passing clouds smog our sight
and time decays
But that single moment
stays with us forever