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The Poetry Place

Open Studio

A writer's blog

Trevor Millum, Teachit poet in residenceThe aim of the blog is to try to show the process of writing. It's a bit artificial because you can't reproduce all the thoughts and crossings out that take place either metaphorically or literally.   

However, it might help to show students that poems do not spring fully-formed onto the page. 

Previous blogs are archived: see the list at the right of the page.  Quite a few have been inspired by existing poems (by Edward Thomas, Duffy, Heaney, Armitage and others) and there are also villanelles, sonnets and lots of light verse.  I enjoy this - and it keeps me writing!

Autumn - back to school

Monday, 15 September 2014 17:57:43

Monday, 15 September 2014 17:57:43

Writing on those double lines so that all your bs and ds had bits the same size...and a funny zed we were taught which was never seen again after infants. Sometimes you would get told off for something and you didn't quite know what it was. Life at school was a bit of a mystery, especially in the infants. Children played games I hadn't heard of, didn't know the riules of. So much for living out in the sticks. 

I thought I would remember much more - but memories from early years are quite limited.  Perhaps the brain needs time to sift through its filing cabinet...

Autumn - school memories

Wednesday, 10 September 2014 15:25:55

Wednesday, 10 September 2014 15:25:55
Miss Frances' bulging eyes...the times tables on the wall - pastel circles getting more and more...the fire behind the railings in the classroom. Milk was brought in and stood near the fire on cold days.  Most of the time I didn't know what was going on.  We had reading books from way back - odd pictures that must have been little changed since Victorian times. Repetitive and too easy.  Janet and John would have been quite exciting. I didn't know anyone.  Then there were children you half knew and the idea of friends was very vague. Other children got cuts and grazes, other children threw up. But I was the only one who found the dinners indigestible and the dining room freezing. I couldn't believe how cold I was but again, no one else seemed bothered. Short trousers of course - something never explained to me before or since.

Autumn - back to school

Friday, 5 September 2014 15:55:40

Friday, 5 September 2014 15:55:40
Even now, September means back to school for me...   And that's a double-edged feeling: both a new start but also a return to routine.  It does make me think of memores of my school days and I wonder how far back I can recall.  We'll see.  


Archived blogs

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