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 neuronswhirring 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
