[Image by artist and photographer Nick Dormand]

In light of current pathetic observations being made about ‘woke’ sensibilities – e.g. the typically dismissive barb Wokerati – I was going to write a ‘Woke Blues’ poem and then I remembered the gist of what I wanted to say had already been made long ago: apt and poignant then; apt and poignant now

Me: this meters! Me: this meters!

This is exemplification –
I mean, of course, that

this matters!

A word sentence.

Once you is unacceptably poor writing
let’s be clear

this is a disturbingly meaningless meter.

No, that isn’t poetry.

This is, however,
with both meters, as in this perfect line,

and a metaphor.

Me: missing after ‘their’.

No, I am not,
but you have

when you wrote what you had written.

Me: let’s be clear – this suggests MPAN 2200019111453.

That there are two meters
companies are unable to support miscommunication –

but do not hesitate to contact back the meters.

Please be advised:

the physical transference implied
was the exemplification of miscommunication regarding

serial number 6719188.

[Image by artist and photographer Nick Dormand]

Read and/or download Viscid, a collection of Nick Dormand/Mike Ferguson collaborations 2016-2019.

So pleased to have my poem ‘biblical laughter’ here at International Times today – thank you. And a big thanks for the wonderful illustration by Rupert Loydell.

Kate Clanchy, writer and teacher [editor: England: Poems from a School – poetry from migrant children; writer: Some Kids I Taught and What They Taught Me – on teaching in general and teaching creative writing] is someone I know through her tweets, and these are predominantly examples of her students’ poetry, this prompted by her creative writing ideas/models – essential stimulus – and her guidance/encouragement as a teacher – fundamental.

She recently posted a wonderful poem by Helen, 14, Full Length Portrait of the Wind, and this was the stimulus for the poem [to read her poem, go to KC’s twitter account]:

If you take ten minutes at the beginning of the lesson to ask your students what sort of boots the wind is wearing this morning and what coat she has on, then no one’s GCSEs will be harmed and poems will probably occur. Helen was 14.

I am always impressed by, and as a writer/teacher myself empathetic to, the ideas and responses Clanchy posts, but what acted as a prompt to me was the assertion then ‘no one’s GCSEs will be harmed’, an obvious if satirical point one shouldn’t have to state, but there are plenty of educational philistines out there who wouldn’t have a clue.

I made a retweet about GCSEs in boots and KC responded with an urge for writing that personifies GCSEs – and I did, sort of. What I came up with was more emblem than personification, but I enjoyed the stimulus: