With a stuffed crow at Wenlock Poetry Summer School

‘I saw his eye gleam./  I saw a trance fall/  on the park’ My new Crow (for The Crow House, natch) and I spent yesterday with Wenlock Books Poetry Summer School and 13 enthusiastically cawing children. I explained to the group the strange tale of the crows that lived in the tall trees, right in the middle of a small town by the sea in southern … Continue reading With a stuffed crow at Wenlock Poetry Summer School

‘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’…