‘If there’s a dog on the cellar steps/ I’m dreaming and there’s/ a price to pay.’

‘Is this a dream or a lie? The hippogriff canters on the grassy downs. I see its soft feathers. I avoid its cold, dark eyes’ Isaac invented his poem from using our Randomiser (pictured), then chopping up his ideas to edit into a poem.  We had long discussions about line-breaks.  Here’s the whole thing: This one is by Loreta, with its origins in tsunami and … Continue reading ‘If there’s a dog on the cellar steps/ I’m dreaming and there’s/ a price to pay.’

‘How I trained my woodlouse’…

Yesterday my group of home-educated kids came round and we wrote poems to woodlice.  There was a lot of kindly louse handling, and not a few moments of losing them in the sofa or capturing them as they made for the safety of Under the Rug.  We talked about their habits, their food, the length of their lives and the pleasing fact that a mother … Continue reading ‘How I trained my woodlouse’…