Ms Fleur

 

Though she doesn’t know it,
Our teacher is a mermaid.
We built her from Skegness sand,
Me and Emily,
Sculpted a swishing tail,
Curved scales with the edge of our hands,
And arranged her driftwood hair in a spiky halo.

All day we piled the sand and patted her.

Though she didn’t see it,
We wrote her name, Ms Fleur,
In our biggest letters,
Me and Emily,
Next to her blue shell belly button,
And her squidgy seaweed earrings
That popped between our fingers.

All day we piled the sand and patted her.

Though she didn’t hear it,
We sang a mermaid song,
And screeched like seagulls,
Me and Emily,
As we fixed her fins,
And tiny pebble eyes,
Saw crabs scuttle across her shingle necklace.

All day we piled the sand and patted her.

Until finally the sea lapped at her fins,
Her driftwood hair, her seaweed earrings,
And she swished her fish tail,
High into the foam,
Calling, calling,
‘Katie, Emily,
It’s time for home.’

 

 

Ms Fleur
© Mary Green
Published in Green Glass Beads compiled by Jacqueline Wilson, Macmillan.

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