Showing posts with label Communication. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Communication. Show all posts

Friday, 21 September 2018

Dry wipe board

Does the GOAT,
Dickensian like,
speak of the
best of times
and of the
worst of times blud?

when
“uneducated" ???
roadmen,
chests and jackets puffa’d up and out
beef-ting fam,
whipping up a
Stormzy
from Croydon- not forecast

and the Feds
swear down
the whole truth and nothing but ...
wagwanning
as they slap down
an ASBO here and there

© Bex Tate


Bex Tate is frustrated with the data driven education system, left behind her teaching job. She now spends her time writing, pondering life and wonderińg what to do next. Writing poetry helps her to try and make sense of the world as well as giving her the chance to rant a bit!!

Wednesday, 8 November 2017

Once upon a time

Once upon a time, all she could do
was drift her hands along each silent spine
or turn hieroglyph pages like a visitor
lost in the streets of a foreign land,
her forehead a frown of lines –
a message of bewilderment she hoped
others could not read.

Then, like whispers, or baby footsteps,
or leaves dropping like scraps of tissue
kissed by an infitesimal breeze,
shapes on pages birthed sounds on her lips -
each day a new one, a tiny gift –
and in her mind, dragons, heroines,
castles, pirates, the sighs of reunited lovers.

© Fran Hill

Ursula Shepherd: The 88-year-old who has just learnt to read

Fran Hill is a writer and English teacher based in Warwickshire, UK.