Who would have guessed that a small tree
could be so vicious. All day you had kicked
the new football back and forth against
the gable of the red brick terrace and
not even the promise of ice cream could
coax you away, until the Blackthorn spoilt the game.
That’s when you ran back, holding the thing
with your thumb pressed white against its skin.
You begged me for some...
Wednesday 5th July 2017 6:59 pm
Miss Gladstone’s eyes are more severe
Than other teachers teaching here.
They swivel round then settle firm
on pupils who begin to squirm.
Like searchlights on a prison tower
Miss Gladstone’s eyes don’t look, they glower.
Not searchlights, no, more laser beams
that burn enough to make you scream.
Heads down, the class daren’t catch her eye
for fear that if they...
Tuesday 4th July 2017 10:58 am
Calling budding Michael Rosens
Could you write a poem for primary school children? As part of our new initiative - Marsden, the Poetry Village – we’ve inspired local primary schools to bring poetry even more into the pupils’ routine. Not that they took much persuading, as the schools we have spoken to so far are clear of the value and the fun of poetry for children. Marsden Junior School has cr...
Tuesday 4th July 2017 10:55 am