My Voice
A mirrored fish
hiding
in a sun-flashed stream.
Moth breath
silent
in a milky moonbeam.
It creeps to my throat,
cowers
in the dark,
longing to fly
and sing
like a lark.
For now,
I will whisper
in words of lace
while the sleeping lion
dreams
of the chase.
hiding
in a sun-flashed stream.
Moth breath
silent
in a milky moonbeam.
It creeps to my throat,
cowers
in the dark,
longing to fly
and sing
like a lark.
For now,
I will whisper
in words of lace
while the sleeping lion
dreams
of the chase.
This poem is copyright (©) Helen Laycock 2024
About the Writer
Helen Laycock
Poet and storyteller, Helen Laycock also writes fiction and poetry for 8–12-year-olds (information on her website). Formerly a primary school teacher, she has been employed as a creator of fiction and non-fiction text for SATs reading and comprehension revision and has been involved in judging and presenting children’s writing prizes locally. Her children’s poetry has appeared in The Caterpillar and has won and been shortlisted in several writing competitions.
