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?”

There is only One

Poem Number Two Just one in the cropBut what a specimen!This one isUniqueFull of flavourHas a kick and a colourThat cannot be repeatedCannot be improved Sure, it is‘Different’And one on its own butThis difference promises asingular pleasureAs italone grew  from a  general cluster of flowers       Singular does not always mean lessIt does not always mean Continue reading “There is only One”