Where the mountains meet sky Where rocks break sea Where skin touches skin And breath is breathed in Where a knife’s edge curls wood Where hands shape clay Where thought becomes form And beauty is made Where minds grow invention … Continue reading The edges of things
I don’t want to be angry any more, or sad, or exhausted I don’t want to feel resentment or despair Irritation, disappointment Fear But I can’t walk away I can’t not see, not know, not care I think I remember … Continue reading It’s just a poem, ok. Mostly.
There’s hasn’t been enough poetry in my life recently, mostly because I’m not reading to the kids as much any more. We start kids off with poetry and many of the books that I hold closest to my heart are full of the stuff. Yesterday a twitter hashtag wandered into my tweetstream and pretty much made my day, it produced such gems as these: @johnbonbailey: SO YOU JUST HOLD THIS DOWN WHILE YOU TYPE EH? CLEVER! E E CUMMINGS #poetryretractions @RichCastles: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I — I took the one less traveled by, Dam this Navman … Continue reading Put me doon! There’s gonna be poetry!*
I’ll tell you all about it later, meanwhile have some more Tim Minchin, because he is awesome and it saves Ariane from having to go looking for it. Click here if you can’t see the embedded video. Continue reading Busy day
A Poem About Spring Birds singFlowers springTrees growingAnimals awakeningWater warmingNew life blooming by Tom aged 7 yrs (This was an optional part of this week’s homework. Tom never does the optional bits but he was inspired this time – he’s a big fan of Spring.) Continue reading Tom the poet
As I brought up my poor neglected blog to contemplate perhaps, possibly, perchance actually posting something, into my head popped “it’s more than a week!” instantly followed by an inner recitation of the following*: EmmelineHas not been seenFor more than a week. She slipped betweenThe two tall trees at the end of the green…We all went after her. “Emmeline!” All the way through to: Where have you been?Why it’s more than a week!” And EmmelineSaid, “Sillies, I went to see the Queen.She says my hands are purfickly clean!” Now, my hands are indeed purfickly clean but I can’t claim to … Continue reading Why it’s more than a week!
Mim's Muddle 