Lovely letter and poems from Valley Primary School, Solihull

I recently ran an online poetry workshop attended by many schools at once. The Literacy Lead from Valley Primary in Solihull got in touch with a thank you letter (I love it when this happens) as well as some of the fantastic poems produced by her pupils. I am delighted to be able to share both the letter and the poems. Here you go:

My class, and other teachers tell me theirs too,  had a fantastic time listening to your poems and meeting your lovely cat.  I have been inundated with poems written during the workshop and promised I would send a couple across.  

Strawberry Dreams (y6 pupil)

Oh Strawberry, I love you so,

Your fruity, fiery self dances in my soul

You feel light and fresh on my tongue 

The light airy sensation you give flies through my lungs

Oh Strawberry, I love you so . 

Pear Love Letter (y6 pupil)

Oh pear

I am going to love you til the very end

you taste like a cloud of heaven 

I'm going to love you til the end 

you are as green as grass on a sunny day 

as smooth as the ocean when it is calm 

so please reply

I will love you til the end  

I love your watermelon ways  (y5 pupil)

Oh watermelon

aren't you lovely?

you are red and green

just like Christmas

you taste like heaven 

oh watermelon

aren't you lovely?

you're crunchy 

and munchy

you keep your seeds hidden within 

your soft, red, juicy insides

Oh watermelon

I love you so 

...

In addition to this, children have been bringing me poems all week, where they have been inspired to just write.  I think you talking about the freedom of no rules and writing about what they love has given them the confidence to have a go, and it has been a joy to sit back and watch it happen. 

My School  (Y3 pupil)

My school is cool and nice

it is the opposite of boring

it's just the best school

it is so fun

super coooool

you should go to it

my school is Valley 

Our sleepover 

friends, friends all gather round 

we better go get something

don't make a sound

we're going to have a midnight feast 

but lets get something healthy

at least 

this is going to be 

the best night ever 

our parents are never

going to find out 

do you see those chicken nuggets and chips?

they're making me want to lick my lips

now quick, lets creep back to my room 

before it gets dark and 

we can't see through the gloom 

So, once again, thank you for all that you do to inspire the reading and writing of poetry.  There are many grateful teachers in my school who are now buzzing with ideas off the back of what you have started.

Have a wonderful weekend,

[name deleted] 

Poems from Ash Grange Primary School, Aldershot

A huge thank you to Emma, an HLTA at Ash Grange Primary School in Aldershot, Surrey, for getting in touch with some poems written by students. I love it when this happens! The students wrote poems based on my world-famous piece 'Just A Book', which you can find on my website. The poems were adapted to the theme of 'war', and I am privileged to be able to share some examples right here on my blog. Well done Ash Grange!

The Bogeyman

When I was little, my parents warned me

about The Bogeyman. If I wasn’t good, they said,

The Bogeyman would come and get me.

They never said what The Bogeyman

would do. They never even told me who

The Bogeyman was, or what he looked like.

I’d go to bed imagining a figure in a long coat,

with limbs that clanked like metal and a barrowful

of bones. Perhaps these were the bones of children

who weren’t good, who wouldn’t brush their teeth

or do their homework. The Bogeyman grinned

as he ghosted through my dreams.

As I got older, I learnt The Bogeyman wasn’t real –

he was just a creature cooked up by grown ups

to scare children. I also discovered  that the world

was scary enough; there was really no need

for The Bogeyman. Look! There he is now,

his barrow empy, his limbs rusting in the rain.

Joshua Seigal

Dogs

What have we done

to deserve dogs?

We, who poison the world with greed;

who chisel our neighbours

for a few extra dollars;

who maim, cheat and burn – 

what right have we to a dog’s gifts?

All that warmth, affection

and even forgiveness –

we don’t deserve any of it

and yet this, to them, 

simply doesn’t come into it.

A dog’s love is not transactional. 

We’ve done nothing to deserve dogs.

And they (poor things)

have done nothing to deserve us. 

Joshua Seigal

'FRIENDS' - Poems from Year 1, Kenilworth Primary School

I was delighted to pay a visit today to Kenilworth Primary School in Hertfordshire. In Year 1 they had been looking at and discussing my poem 'Friends', which you can view here. They then had a go at writing their own versions. I was incredibly impressed with their work, especially at this relatively early point in the school year. Here are three fantastic examples of what they produced. Well done, Year 1!!

Anchor

There’s an anchor in my heart, 

buried deep within my chest,

and I haul it across the seabed 

of my life. From moment to moment, 

from place to place, I lug this thing

which weighs me down. It keeps me

wedded to the dirt and grime that lurks

down there, reminding me I’m not

so far above it all. It makes me ache

with the effort of it all, for love

is a burden, a heavy beast to bear.

I get pulled down, come up for air.

Joshua Seigal

'On Disorder and Suffering' - a short article on mental health

On Disorder and Suffering 

When someone is having a rough time mentally, well-meaning people will often draw an analogy between mental and physical illness. “It’s just like having a broken leg”, someone might say. “You wouldn’t beat yourself up over having a broken leg, so you needn’t beat yourself up over having such-and-such mental condition.” This is always meant in a spirit of helpfulness, and it can sometimes be helpful. It can help de-stigmatise mental illness, and it can give the sufferer a potentially useful framework through which to view their predicament. 

However, I sometimes find the analogy (or even the identification) between mental and physical health to be problematic. I have in the past been diagnosed with numerous acronyms, some of which involve the letter D, which stands for ‘disorder’. As highlighted above, viewing mental illness as a disorder might be extremely helpful for some people. It allows them to feel that it is not their ‘fault’, just as having a broken leg or some other physical disorder might not be their fault. To me, however, ‘disorder’ suggests that my mind is broken, and this can make me feel even worse. Walking around feeling like I have a disorder, or disorders, makes me feel like my mind isn’t working properly. It makes me feel like a machine that’s missing some mechanisms that are essential to its correct functioning.

Calling something a ‘disorder’ might be useful inasmuch as it directs someone towards an appropriate course of treatment. It is useful to label a leg ‘broken’ because this points us towards something we might do to ‘fix’ it. The advocated course of treatment for the disorder might work very well for some people. However, I want to suggest that the mind is disanalogous to a leg in the sense that each mind works in its own unique way. We are each made up of a constellation of mental attributes that is entirely our own. To label something a ‘disorder’ implicitly suggests a similarity between everyone to whom the label is applied. This does a disservice to the fact that we are all entirely idiosyncratic individuals with our own mental universes. 

If we don’t use the word ‘disorder’, what should we use instead? I’d like to propose the word ‘suffering’. Regardless of what someone’s diagnosis is, when we talk of ‘illness’ or ‘disorder’ we are saying that a person is suffering. Some people suffer in ways which are indeed similar to other people, and the taxonimically-minded among us might lump these people together under the heading ‘disorder’, but I think each person’s suffering is unique, just as each person’s mind is unique. As the psychoanalyst Lionel Corbett states, “ [w]e cannot objectify or measure suffering; suffering is best viewed from within the individual’s perspective, because people with the same diagnosis can suffer in unique ways.” A broken leg might be much the same as another broken leg, but no two people’s suffering is exactly the same. 

So where does this leave us? I think we can draw solace from the fact the we all, to some extent, suffer. Acknowledging this enables us to empathise with each other, and to feel a sense of solidarity. But the truth that we each suffer in our own way has as its corollary that a one size fits all ‘treatment’ for a so-called ‘disorder’ might work for some but not others, even if, as Corbett states, they have the same diagnosis. Instead, I think we need treatments that acknowledge that each person is an individual, and that we can’t carve off the ‘disordered’ part of a person’s mind from the rest of it – it is part of a web that constitutes their individuality. Basically, treatment should not be from a manual. We might use a manual to guide us, but we should be equally free to toss the manual aside if this is what’s necessitated by the distinctive suffering of the individual in front of us. When we treat a broken leg, we treat a leg, but when we treat suffering we need to take the whole mind, the whole person, into account. 

I’m not a medic, or a psychologist, or a psychotherapist. I have no formal qualifications in the field of mental health. But I have been in therapy for a long time, and have invested huge amounts of money and energy in the effort to understand my suffering, to attenuate it where possible and to live alongside it where not. I am exasperated by the dogmatism of many in the mental health field. I am weary of the lack of open-mindedness. I am sick of people who say that only CBT works and who decry psychoanalysis. And I have also borne witness, first hand, to the crucial role of the therapeutic alliance in dealing with suffering. And this can’t come from a manual; it has to be developed over time by two committed people. ‘Disorders’ can be cured with pills and manuals; suffering must be dealt with in healthy, loving alliances.

Now I’m not saying pills and manuals can’t be part of one’s mental health journey. They have both certainly been part of mine. But I am not a broken machine. I am not a computer with a missing bit of code, or a radio that has been wired incorrectly. I suffer, yet I am whole and loveable and OK as I am. I am not disordered. I do not need to be fixed or patched up or made to work properly. I am worthy of love, and capable of giving love, just as I am. I suffer, but I am not defined by my suffering. I suffer with other people, but my suffering is not the same as other people’s. I am wholly myself, and yet at one with everything. I am running out of profound statements. Anyway, peace and love to you all, wherever you are on your journey.