Tomorrow is Remembrance Day. Today this photo popped up as a memory on my phone from 2 years ago. Sometimes poems start as small, everyday things. The poem The Balloon, in Poems on Toast, is one such poem. The pink balloon in the poem was a real balloon, spotted on the school run, which sparked an idea. The kind of idea that won't leave you alone as you walk home; an idea that MUST be written down as soon as you're through the door. The Balloon was first published in The Toy

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