Art by Bonnie
My name is Bonnie and I am 9 years old.
I have liked art for quite a while.
Before I started school I did about an hour of art every day.
I make stories out of the art I make.
It’s like making a movie or reading a book.
I hope to be an artist as my job when
I am older.
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Onshore
Here it comes again
Advancing
Here it comes again
Wave after wave
Thick white lines
Advancing
East wind blows strong
Onshore
Wave after wave
Stings my eyes
Advancing, onshore.
What will the east wind bring?
Anything?
Anything at all!
Wave after wave
Flotsam and jetsam
Washed up at my front door.
Do I pick you up?
Or discard you?
And is it heartless anyway?
It seems heartless anyway …
Here it comes again
Advancing
Wave after wave
The swelling of the sea
Whipped up in the wind
Driven wild in me.
Have I lost my heart to you?
Did I forget to put it up?
Out of sight?
Leave it lonely, broken on the floor.
Wave after wave
And am I heartless anyway?
Life by the sea with you
Life by the sea without you
Wave after wave
What will the east wind bring?
Onshore
Wave after wave, advancing
Onshore…
Words by
Ian Thorne
Mother of ideas
Like the rain
I wish to fall
Away from grey coloured skies
Meet the curve of the earth
Or the feathers of wings in flight
Run with the river
To the mother of ideas
Who waits
For the grievers to gift her
Their tears
And she takes them
And she makes them
Her children crafted into waves
In my mind I move with them
I dance to the call
Like a tear
I wish to fall
Away from grey coloured eyes
Be embraced by her ocean
The sea between our hearts rise
And I wish to sail over
I wish to meet the moon
I carry the gulls cry on my shoulders
I’ll try sail over soon.
Words by
Yazmin Todd
