I Feel A Centimetre Tall
Coming out to the dreaded playground
I feel a centimetre tall
for no one sees me,
no one at all,
playtime feels it will never end,
good for those with friends.
Jed is up the end,
I think I'm safe a bit,
It takes him a while to get here,
but how can I move?
I'm only a centimetre tall.
Steven Parfitt, aged 10, receives "Why is the Sky?" edited by John Agard (Faber). Submitted by Penny Butters and Tina Jacobs of Manford Primary School, Essex, who receive a set of Poetry Society posters with teacher's notes. Please send students' poems to The TES, Admiral House, 66-68 East Smithfield, London E1 9XY
Moniza Alvi, this term's guest poet, was born in Pakistan and brought up in Hertfordshire. She has published two collections, "The Country at My Shoulder" and "A Bowl of Warm Air".