Stephen Catterall sharpened his pencil, put his mind to work, and produced this poem to win our Cell Poetry competition.   He came to Dalkeith Library to collect his certificate and prize.

One hundred billion neurons

whirring in my brain

help me to remember

how to write my name

Skin cells enveloping

every part of me

stops my insides falling out

wouldn’t you agree?

Beautiful red blood cells

travel through my veins

oxygen delivered

my power never wanes

But what’s this tiny cell?

It looks to be a virus

Antibodies attack!

We don’t want this inside us