The Dirigible Balloon
Poetry for Children

Magic in the Air

Listen to Elizabeth read her poem ...
I can breathe fire,
well smoke,
sort of.

It happens in the cold,

I blow and blow,
the air changes
right in front of my face.

Perhaps,
I am a dragon.

One day my wings may grow,
I will swoop and soar over shimmering hills,
glide over glistening glens,
frost on my claws.

My Dad,
can do it too.

Maybe we are all dragons?
We just forgot.
This picture is copyright (©) Damian Kelly 2022
This picture is copyright (©) Damian Kelly 2022

About the Writer


Elisabeth Kelly

Elisabeth is a teacher, mum and writer. She lives on a hill farm in Scotland, and loves chocolate puddings and the change of seasons. Her poems have been widely published in print, online and in anthologies including by Dodging the Rain, The Honest Ulsterman, One hand Clapping, Forest Publishing, Green Ink. She has a slim pamphlet published by HybridDreich, a pamphlet due with Hedgehog Poetry Press 2021 and a memoir chapbook due with Selcouth Station 2022.