The children sat in front, legs crossed, looking up.
You want to be a bit scared, then brought back
into the real world again.
He had a trail of children following him,
just like the Pied Piper,
This week I was working in a Herefordshire care home with a large group of elderly people, many of whom are living with dementia. I work regularly with this group, and this time I took them my grandpa’s Punch and Judy puppets to look at.
The puppets were passed round, their fragile condition much remarked on, and soon the conversation was flowing. I keep the ball rolling, and do my best to write down as much verbatim, of what people say. No punctuation! Doing this work has made me inventive with a personalised shorthand…
Mr Punch looks sly. You wouldn’t trust him.
He’s on the make. The Policeman did
a lot of shouting. He wags his finger
at Mr Punch.
This ghost is a bit menacing. Feel that rough carving.
It’s been handled such a lot.
That skull’s all shiny
with people smoothing its head.
He’s bad before you look at him.
Next week I’ll be back in the care home to read the group the poems we made together. And make some more.