Since You Left

there are blizzards in the kitchen. 

Plates pile up on the surfaces

as gusts haul the door shut.

And there’s drought in the bathroom.

Water flows through unseen pipes – 

too deep to be gathered – 

whilst in the living room monsoons soak

the books, get into the circuitry of the TV.

Rain persecutes the window.

And the bedroom? The bedroom is a desert.

I traverse the blazing dunes alone now,

sand catching in my throat.

Joshua Seigal

an inspiring poem from East Acton Primary School

I had the pleasure today of visiting the wonderful East Acton Primary School in, well, East Acton. I'd like to share this inspirational poem that was written during my workshop with Year 6. The poet asked not to be named, but was happy for me to share her lovely poem on my blog. Here it is. I hope you like it as much as I do, and agree that the young poet should be very proud of herself!

a fun, silly poem

 

Me, as a Child, Watching my Grown up Self Perform

I’ve got all this mud on my trousers

from when I did a sliding tackle in the field

at breaktime. Sam said it was a foul

and James sent me off. Who even allowed 

James to be ref anyway? You can’t be ref

and play in the match, that makes no sense.

The score ended up 7-5, but we’ll carry on

the game at lunch. And I’ve got this scab

which is really annoying. I really don’t understand

the maths homework but I don’t want to ask Mum

for help again, she might think I’m stupid.

If she doesn’t already. Yesterday we went

on a trip to the zoo. I’ve been there millions

of times before so it wasn’t that interesting.

Apart from the lemurs, I always like looking

at the lemurs. I think all the lemurs at the zoo

are female. Or male. I can’t remember. Anyway,

this mud on my trousers is really annoying,

and the scab is starting to bleed from where

I’ve been picking it. Joel catches my eye

and gives a smirk. Who is this idiot in front of us?

He seems like he thinks he’s funny.

Some kind of comedian. I Don’t Like Poetry?

Yeah, you’re right, dude. I don’t.

Joshua Seigal

Linguistic Relativity

In the beginning

was the Word

so I guess that means

I’ve found 

my great-great-great-great-grammar.

Joshua Seigal

Quality Joke

Never make a cuppa

from the eucalyptus tree – 

I must conclude,

it’s leaves, when brewed

are poor koala-tea.

Joshua Seigal 

No Cheers

I go to the pub

and I don’t like the drinks – 

the ale’s all watery.

Frankly, it stinks. 

It’s fake and synthetic – 

to hell with the lot!

A faux beer phobia – 

that’s what I’ve got.

Joshua Seigal