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Welcome Hauntings – Children’s Hauntings
Welcome Hauntings submissions!
For our final ‘Welcome Hauntings’ post we wanted to address our younger readers in poems that are both haunting and fantastically playful. We hope you are as delighted as we are with what we have termed our ‘children’s hauntings’!
'Please let me be haunted by a cat'
by Andy Nuttall
I could not bear
being haunted by a bear,
black, brown or grizzly,
I wouldn’t care.
I’m pretty sure
bears incline to roar
and when they hibernate
I’m told they snore.
But haunted by a cat,
well, I like the sound of that.
I could not take
being haunted by a snake.
They’d keep me wide awake
all night for fear
they’d slip inside my dreams
and hiss abruptly in my ear!
Though you’d never
know for sure where
a ghostly cat was at,
I would definitely prefer
their otherworldly purr
to a spectral hiss
or a phantom roar.

Poet Bio
Andy Nuttall is happily retired and gently drifting. His children’s poems have appeared in Tyger Tyger, Spellbinder and Parakeet magazines. His adult work has featured in Acumen and on the sound platform iamb: poetry seen and heard curated by Mark Antony Owen. He lives beside the beautiful Tees.
'Granny’s Giant Fingernails'
by Jonathan Sellars
Trees are really fingernails,
That’s my granny’s great belief,
The fingernails of giants
Who are sleeping underneath,
Twisting, coiling, branching,
Wormed up through the ground,
The fingernails of giants
Who once used to roam around,
And granny’s always saying
To everyone in town,
The fingernails of giants
Should never be cut down.
Poet Bio
Jonathan Sellars is an author and poet, usually for children. His poetry is fun and playful and enjoys looking at the world from different angles. He believes that alligators eat aunts, aunts eat alligators, and trees are the fingernails of giants. Examples of his work can be found on his website (www.jonathansellars.co.uk) and on Instagram (@jonathansellarslieshere).
'Vacant Possession'
by Sarah Ziman
She’s fading now,
but in the early days,
in the old scullery
and on the stairs,
you might have felt
a sinuous weave
around the ankles,
the unmistakeable flick
of a tail tickling
your calves, the pit
at the back of the knee.
Those first winter nights
would bring a sudden
dip, a warm settling
in the bedspread
after the circling
of unseen paws.
Once,
reading late and alone,
I actually saw
the dent appear
in the lamp’s yellow light.
Occasionally, pushing on
the heavy oak front door,
swollen in the rain,
you might think you
caught a sudden
blur from the corner
of your eye,
streaking ahead.
Listen.
We still sometimes hear
the faintest tinkle
of a bell.
Poet Bio
Sarah Ziman is a poet from the South Wales valleys who now lives in Hertfordshire with her husband, two sons and daft cat. She likes cats, crisps, reading and rhyme, and won the YorkMix Poems for Children Competition in 2021. Her debut collection for children – ‘Why did my brain make me say it?’ – was published by Troika in 2024 and shortlisted for Wales Book of the Year. It’s currently on the longlist for the UKLA Book Awards in the 7-10+ category. You can find her on Instagram as @sarahziman and on X as @Bardymum. Her website is www.sarahziman.co.uk, for printable posters, school visit enquiries and signed books.
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