Cenotaph - Larissa Ransom

In London stands
Tall pillar of stone
And
Etched upon this grey
reminder
The words of father
author
patriot
Wreathed in laurel crowns
(Grieving victory):
“The Glorious Dead”.

And we look
And salute
And remember
And we add silent words of our own
To the numerous heroes
Whose corpses lie in places
unknown
The ones who saved the lives
of those they loved
And the lives we live today.

Borrowed Crown - Larissa Ransom

Sitting on the bed
after light has gone out
Queen
of the darkness.
My courtiers surround

Me. Worship me
and idol me.
They hypnotise me into
sleep.

When day breaks, I am mortal once more.
The Sun is King
And I am but the lowly worshipper
Until night returns again.

Ode to a Lone Lamp Post - Larissa Ransom

Light flickers,
dimming,
dies.
In a whimper
it is gone –
surrendering to the dark
which consumes,
devours,
all.

Night's Realm - Larissa Ransom

Two dim bulbs glow
amongst the darkness.
Beneath,
shadows writhe:
trees, arms knotted,
tangled,
reaching toward sky
like beggars on the street.

Yet they are not the lowliest beings
during the reign of Night.

In the heavens
dark grey smudge hides
the moon,
the stars,
And the two dim bulbs do flicker,
blink.

And the mouse,
scurrying in Autumn’s late harvest,
does not see
the threat above.

Owl strikes.

In The World of Dreams - Larissa Ransom (Y10, St Bart's)

I’m sailing on an Empty Ocean,
The Night Sky, a Curtain of Stars.

I’m wandering through Overgrown Forests,
The Tiger, he sees me, I run.

I’m riding into Battle on the Heath land,
The Army behind me; I command

I’m fighting the Mighty Dragon,
The Creature attacks, I dodge.

I’m in the World of Dreams,
The Places; Creations of my Imagination.