Why do we write? part two

In part one, I explained that whilst at primary schoolI was summoned to the headmaster. There was No explanation.No agenda, Just a request delivered by a visiting pupil-in front of the whole class“This message is for Erica,” he tells my teacher at her deskShe, in turn, instructs me: “The headmaster wants to see you now”MyContinue reading “Why do we write? part two”

Why do we write?

I remember my first poem. It was written when I was in primary school. I was taught and inspired by a visiting practice teacher,not yet qualified. He was tall with dark hair and he wore glasses. I remember a brown jacket (corduroy-fashionable then) and his encouraging smile. He was the grown up version of hisContinue reading “Why do we write?”

Colour blindness

Poem Number Eight Colour blindness Why should we                 Search for colour? When it             just happens? A creation, that is                             something uniquely beautiful                             All around us. It was never                    meant to be Thrust            in front of us As a  ya          rd          st          ic          k  measure                   Continue reading “Colour blindness”