Poem of the Week 41

More Than Enough

Marge Piercy

The first lily of June opens its red mouth.

All over the sand road where we walk

multiflora rose climbs trees cascading

white or pink blossoms, simple, intense

the scene drifting like colored mist.


The arrowhead is spreading its creamy

clumps of flower and the blackberries

are blooming in the thickets. Season of

joy for the bee. The green will never

again be so green, so purely and lushly


new, grass lifting its wheaty seedheads

into the wind. Rich fresh wine

of June, we stagger into you smeared

with pollen, overcome as the turtle

laying her eggs in roadside sand.

CLiPPA (Centre for Literacy in Primary Poetry Award) 2017

Here is the 2017 shortlist:

  • Booked by Kwame Alexander
  • Wonderland: Alice in Poetry Ed. Michaela Morgan
  • Moon Juice by Kate Wakeling, illus. Elina Braslina
  • Jelly Boots, Smelly Boots by Michael Rosen, illus. David Tazzyman
  • Zim Zam Zoom! by James Carter, illus. Nicola Colton

The winner will be announced on 14 July 2017 at the National Theatre, London

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Poem of the Week 38


Michelle Magorian


Rush, rush, rush, rush,

Do we have to go so fast?

In a hurry, in a hurry,

Does it matter if we’re last?

Quick, quick, quick, quick,

My forehead and my ankles ache.

Speedy, speedy, speedy, speedy,

Can’t we stop and have a break?

Run, run, run, run,

We can catch another bus.

Purr, puff, puff, puff,

No breath left at all in us.

Slow, slow, slow, slow,

Things to look at while we wait.

Chat, chat, chat, chat,

It’s much nicer being late.