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Writer's pictureSerren Kassa
Mar 16, 20181 min read

The Orange Ball that the Mermaids Took Part 2

So my friend was wondering if I could write a part two of The Orange Ball that the Mermaids Took, as she wanted to share it with her KS1 class and wondered what would happen next in the poem, perhaps on the girl’s next visit the mermaids would give her something in return…

The young girl sat by her bedroom window, Eyes watching the sea through the glass- Trying to see the mermaids play with her ball, Wondering if they’d play above water at all.

She couldn’t wait when that weekend came, Running ahead as they went to the beach. She stared for the glow of orange on grey-blue water, And saw nothing but foaming waves rush towards her.

So, she decided to explore the little rock pools, Hoping to find brightly coloured starfish and crabs, She heard a strange splash from the ocean behind her, And turned to see shimmering green flop back into water.

There, lying on the rock next to the disappearing ripples Was a special gift straight from the sea: A necklace of smooth stones and colourful shells, with a special stone shaped like a pearl but the colour of the sun.

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Writer's pictureSerren Kassa
Feb 25, 20181 min read

The Orange Ball that the Mermaids Took

Updated: May 31

The young girl looked out at the ocean, Eyes desperately scanning the waves, Looking out for the contrast of orange on blue, “Papa, I can’t see my orange ball… can you?”

The father looked into the girl’s large brown eyes, Sad with the loss of her ball, He squinted and pointed far out into the sea, “Yes, look: the mermaids took it, can you see?”

“The mermaids watched us play, today. They saw us kick it, throw it, bounce it and then roll it. And they liked how our ball looked just like the sun, So when we dropped it into the water, they took it to play and have fun.”

The girl’s eyes widened in wonder, And while sad that she could no longer play with that ball, She fell asleep happy that night to dreams of mermaids Playing catch with a sun-orange ball.

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Writer's pictureSerren Kassa
Dec 29, 20171 min read

High Tide at Night

High Tide at Night

There’s something ominous about those inky black waters- I stand staring at them as the icy wind buffets around me. The dark and aggressive waves launch at the harbour walls, And smother the beach, hiding the rocks. All I can see of the waves are the pale frothing horses, galloping with wild, foaming mouths, And the rocks I clambered over earlier become lost to the murky abyss. I see no distinction between the night sky and the sea, Only a flashing orb of light in the distance To mark the position of an invisible island, To stop boats and tankers from joining the ship wrecks In those ominous, inky black waters.

There’s something ominous about those inky black waters- I stand staring at them as the icy wind buffets around me. The dark and aggressive waves launch at the harbour walls, Smothering the beach, hiding the rocks, under the shady abyss, And I only feel safe watching from the other side of the strong harbour wall.

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