Poetry Friday: Frost at Midnight (Samuel Taylor Coleridge)

Poetry Friday: where I share my long-time or momentary poems, once a week. Check out the rest here Frost at Midnight The Frost performs its secret ministry, Unhelped by any wind. The owlet’s cry Came loud—and hark, again! loud as before. The inmates of my cottage, all at rest, Have left me to that solitude, which suits Abstruser musings: save that at my side My cradled infant slumbers peacefully. ‘Tis calm indeed! so calm, that it disturbs And vexes meditation with its strange And extreme silentness. Sea, hill, and wood, This populous village! Sea, and hill, and wood, With all …

Poetry Friday: The Mother, by Gwendolyn Brooks

A difficult one to read, but a powerful poem often is.  Poetry Friday: where I share my long-time or momentary poems, once a week. Check out the rest here   The mother Abortions will not let you forget. You remember the children you got that you did not get, The damp small pulps with a little or with no hair, The singers and workers that never handled the air. You will never neglect or beat Them, or silence or buy with a sweet. You will never wind up the sucking-thumb Or scuttle off ghosts that come. You will never leave …

Poetry Friday: The Thought Fox (Ted Hughes)

Poetry Friday: where I share my long-time or momentary poems, once a week. Check out the rest here   THE THOUGHT-FOX I imagine this midnight moment’s forest: Something else is alive Beside the clock’s loneliness And this blank page where my fingers move. Through the window I see no star: Something more near Though deeper within darkness Is entering the loneliness: Cold, delicately as the dark snow, A fox’s nose touches twig, leaf; Two eyes serve a movement, that now And again now, and now, and now Sets neat prints into the snow Between trees, and warily a lame Shadow …

Poetry Friday: Slattern (Kate Clanchy)

Poetry Friday: where I share my long-time or momentary poems, once a week. Check out the rest here Slattern I leave myself about, slatternly, bits of me, and times I liked: I let them go on lying where they fall, crumple, if they will, I know fine how to make them walk and breathe again. Sometimes at night, or on the train, I dream I’m dancing, or lying in someone’s arms who says he loves my eyes in French, and again and again I am walking up your road, that first time, bidden and wanted, the blossom on the trees, …

Poetry Friday: What do Women Want? (Kim Addonizio)

Poetry Friday: where I share my long-time or momentary poems, once a week. Check out the rest here “What do Women Want?” I want a red dress. I want it flimsy and cheap, I want it too tight, I want to wear it until someone tears it off me. I want it sleeveless and backless, this dress, so no one has to guess what’s underneath. I want to walk down the street past Thrifty’s and the hardware store with all those keys glittering in the window, past Mr. and Mrs. Wong selling day-old donuts in their cafe, past the Guerra …

Roald Dahl’s poetry – a forgotten gem

I’ve been falling love with Revolting Rhymes again. I remember loving it as a child, watching the VHS animated versions over and over again – my mum must have been absolutely sick of them.   Teaching a Year 9 unit on character, I’ve returned to some of them. It’s a challenging unit about re-imagining characters. A typical series of lessons, for example, will have us look at the original Pygmalian story, read a section of Bernard Shaw’s Pygmalian, watch a section of My Fair Lady, explore Duffy’s ‘Galatea’ and then write their own monologue of Galatea coming to life. I …