A Schoolday of Poetry and Staring at Things

Last week I enjoyed a wonderful day making poems with just over 80 young people at Sibford School in Oxfordshire.  An independent Quaker school, Sibford was so welcoming, and so supportive, that I came away exhilarated (before falling suddenly asleep on a sofa mid-evening…) A stripe with no explanation A splash of colour. A ride for many different creatures. A centre like gold. The place bees … Continue reading A Schoolday of Poetry and Staring at Things