I am Patron of Reading at Stalham High School in Norfolk. My role involves visiting the school a couple of times a year to perform and run workshops, often with Year 7, and occasionally involving children from local primary schools. During my last visit we worked on personification poems. I presented pictures of a number of objects, and asked pupils to write poems from the perspective of one of these objects. Some wonderful poems were produced, and I was particularly impressed with the following poem from the point of view of a key, by Tommy in Year 7:
I'm a Key by Tommy
My owner is a drug dealer
He gets me to hide them in the back.
I'm alone
The others were taken
That's why I stayed with him in his pocket.
I wanted to tell so badly
But I knew I would be punished
So I didn't
I kept it in
And that's when they came.
They took him
He threw me into the corner
Hopefully never to be found
But I glistened in the moonlight
I was taken
I begged him to let me go.
That's when I saw the others
Who were now scrap metal
So am I.
I saw light
I glistened
I knew everyone's dirty secrets
And I would open their doors
To reveal their lies.
I'm your worst nightmare
What am I?
Professional performance poet! MA in Writing/Education and residencies at various schools. Books published by Bloomsbury. Sharing my poetry, students' work, and miscellanea. Blog posts not always child friendly.
Saturday, 26 December 2015
Tuesday, 15 December 2015
Feminist Poems With Year 8
I am Poet in Residence at a girls' secondary school. In Year 8 they have been learning about feminism, and I recently worked with some of the classes to create poetry around this theme. I was conscious not to 'mansplain' to them, or to go over the shoulds-and-shouldn'ts of the issue; instead, I was keen to discuss what feminism meant to them. Using this wonderful poem by Sojourner Truth as inspiration, students wrote their own poems. Here are a couple of interesting examples from the students I worked with:
I
Can by Haleema
Be a famous mathematician,
With lots of awards.
Have a huge house and
work as a fireman.
I can
Be a scientist and dissect
animals and creatures.
Be a professional footballer
and play for famous clubs.
I can
Wear green and blue
tops with tracksuit bottoms.
Go fighting for my country
and put my life at risk.
I can
go to work as a plumber
whilst men stay at home and clean.
Get a degree in English
and move to a new city on my own.
I can.
Poem by Maryam
When I was a baby
It was all about cuteness
It was all about protection
It was all about me.
No one else but me.
Five years old and five times more strictness.
It was all about being careful,
Making sure I don’t bang into something.
It was all about learning how to write.
I could do it and I was only a little girl.
It came to a point when
I could do what I believed was called “anything”
I could dress how I wanted to
I could play whatever I wanted to
I could do “anything”.
Now it was a time
A time where I had to be extra careful
Outside in the REAL world
Whenever I could actually go out
I would always be with someone
Making sure nothing bad happens.
I am a girl.
I’m strong
I’m confident
I can take care of myself
I don’t need this whole overprotection thing
This thing when my parents would always be there
All the time.
Boys aren’t everything!
Sojourner Truth (1797-1883)
Tuesday, 8 December 2015
SENSES POETRY - KS1
We’re Having a Party!
We’re
having a party!
What
can you see?
Bouncing balloons
and
sparkly ribbons.
We’re
having a party!
What
can you hear?
toe-tapping tunes
and chuckling children.
and chuckling children.
We’re
having a party!
What
can you smell?
The flickering
flame
of
birthday candles.
We’re
having a party!
What
can you taste?
Sandwiches, cake
and plenty of sweets.
and plenty of sweets.
We’re
having a party!
What
can you feel?
The
love and the hugs
of all
of your friends.
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