Turpsik writes:
This year, I decided to
publish some poems by young poets – brazzles, brittlehorns,
human beings – even japegrins. The best ones I received are on this page.
Being a Brazzle
Brazzles
will differ from female to male,
Their colours are quite different from head to tail.
While males have blue wings and bright red on their chest,
The females are golden, and usually look best!
The
guarding of gold is what all males will do.
They’re very protective and very fierce too.
But brazzles don’t like to use much of their gold,
Yet how much to spend, they haven’t been told.
Most
males are hard-working mathematicians,
They solve every problem or sneaky suspicions.
Just playing with numbers is always such fun,
If cracking a code or solving a sum.
Females
dislike maths and leave it to males,
They always think numbers will soon go stale.
Why do males like maths when history’s so fun?
You could learn about when all the fights had begun.
And what
about babies that need so much care?
To leave them alone would be cruel and unfair.
They all need to learn and play lots of fun games
And learn how to be able to spell their names!
Anushree
Som, 13
Winnersh, England
The Andrean Mountains
I am the snow that falls the
hill
I am the poem that sings the
elf
I am the beast that slowly
kills
The flesh, the heart the
soul.
Dorothy Finan, 11
Haworth, England
My dream has come alive at last
The joy is overwhelming
I think of all the years that passed
In which the dream was first set cast
Then my thoughts shift yet again
To the girl with whom I share
All the wonderful thoughts in that magical lair
Her big wide eyes that looked at me
When I told her I was leaving
Her long gold hair that waves in the breeze
With the air that keeps me moving
My chin thrust out and a goal is made
To meet that girl again one day
Hold her in my arms and say
I love you with all my heart
Dana Neily, 10
Brentwood Bay, Canada
Fuzzy's
Moan
History, perleese! Who needs
it?
It really is a bore.
Researching, reading all the time.
One word to describe it... yawn!
Who wants to know about the past?
The here and now's my thing.
I'd much rather go and paint my talons,
Or maybe dye my wings.
Give me screech songs any day
Leave Flintfeather's past to mum
'Do as you're told!' Fish guts to that!
I want to have some fun!
I want to travel, go places,
So much to do and see,
Just think. If that Felix kid hadn't turned up,
I'd still be stuck in the Library!
Sorry mum, but you can keep your history
Betony can handle things
This Brazzle's too smooth to get pinned down
I'd much rather be on the wing!
Jenny
Mort, 14
Manchester, England
Grimspite
Grimspite is
quite different, from other sinistroms.
He doesn't like to kill things, and always stays quite calm.
He would rather talk to Turpsik, than to disembowel anything,
And would rather learn to meditate, then to stalk and spring.
He has no pebble, nor a master, he makes choices on his own.
He gave up being a shadow-beast, and his progress has really
shown!
Grimspite wrote a book about eating mythical beasts,
For when he was in our world, he had quite a feast!
Grimspite likes to please his friends, and feels sad if he does
not,
For they are the best friends, Grimspite's ever got!
He likes to help them, and always does his best.
Grimspite's a really good sinistrom friend, if you haven't already
guessed!
Virginia Keating,
11
New Jersey
Snowdrift's Bravery
A loyal companion she was,
Fell by the teeth of poison,
Silver against darkness' prison,
She held her oath fulfilled.
She turned sinistroms to stone
'cause her magic was so pure,
On her last breath she saved friends' lives,
Then joined the world beyond this life.
Before she had a father wise,
His wrath was a reign of anger,
Architrex he held guilty,
Strove to cut him down.
Snowdrift's eyes went very blank,
Her life and breath had truly left her,
Though her courage was remembered,
Her passing caused much grief.
Now the full moon holds her light,
The stars wield her own eyesight,
Snowdrift, calm my dreams,
You are a friend to admire.
Andrea Vukorepa, 11
Omaha, Nebraska
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Vomidor
Megan Tait,
14
Edinburgh, Scotland
Worrit
It is hard being a Worrit, because I have to kill
Even if they do die, they have to smile still;
Even though people think I look funny
I think I look like a bunny.
It is hard being a Worrit, believe me when I say
That if you do not die laughing you will die by me one day.
So it is hard being a Worrit, even though we are dogs with a comic appearance,
But if I do get stopped that will be an interference.
So best believe I will be back
But this time in black.
Mia Miller,11
Virginia
Fuzzy's
Bio
Ironclaw is
smart,
Fuzzy's a start!
Thornbeak
likes Flintfeather,
Fuzzy says, whatever!
Kaitlyn Phillips, 10
Texas
The Divide is
so great,
It makes me urge for the third book!
I read this book until so late,
It granted me a panda look!
The Divide is so wonderful,
With a story so beautiful!
The ending is always so fruitful,
I wish it would happen in real life too!
Kelvin Yeo,
12
Singapore
Sinistrom
Death as
a sinistrom pounces.
It hunts on a dark winter's night.
Sleek and quite silent
But otherwise violent
It hunts till the morning is light.
Heather
McLinden, 11
Bognor Regis, England
Ironclaw
Shahnaz
Farrell, 13
Ipswich, England
Two worlds
linked
saving a life on the brink,
one of science,
chemicals and formulae
the other of magic,
spells and charms
both do great good,
both do great harm.
Jonathan
Smart, 14
Monroe, Louisiana
Tears
Tears
fall down my haggard cheeks,
Although I shall not leave those I love in woe
I have not eaten a fish in weeks,
For I know I have not fallen;
I shall not leave my friends in woe,
Those firebreathers sure are calling.
Should I or should I not go?
It is my decision for me and only me,
All I can tell you is let your spirit free.
Hayley
Bissonnette, 13
Scotland,
Connecticut 
Fuzzy
Felix is so brave,
He tries to do his best.
And then you hear a voice,
So quiet from the rest.
The owner of this voice,
Is really sweet and cute,
and when she's annoyed,
She gives a loud hoot.
And when this soft furball,
Needs something on
her dish,
With a little jump,
She'll simply cry out Fish!
Zach Read,
11
Aylesbury, England
Danger that's the divide all over,
it's also the total opposite,
Illusion, that's what you might say
but there's no such thing when the magic is real,
Very, very good.
(IN FACT THEY'RE THE BEST BOOKS EVER!)
I like the worrits
but I'd better be careful.
Don't you think Felix is brave?
I do.
Elizabeth Kay,
keep writing.
Hannah Evans, 11
England
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