Poets Always Stay

Because Poets Always Stay

I spoke nothing I really thought anymore;

I’d been silenced.

I was leaving, this was not a place I could stay;

A dust track of chalk trodden down footprints,

End of the line,

Crumbs thrown at us, till I refused to pick them up.

And who was I to talk?

A teacher.

They had no voice.

They talked of SATS

And I was not listening.

My voice had quietened to a whispering jailbird of doom;

Or worse,

An angry morsel.

I spat out every modal verb and underlined it in red.

Red for blood, sweat and tear.

I tutted with every sentence;

With SATS on one side, and children without breakfast in their tummies on the other.

Eyes wide with poverty,

Imagination had been eaten away at their feet,

Spoken of but never heard, these dark-eyed children.

The noisy clutter of data collection, louder than any voice here.

Circles of pen marked points missed,

And number-fed rooms.

Time, space gone

Saved for nothing but tick boxes

And lines.

I needed time to breath.

This classroom air these days, a gas chamber chocking me with

A thousand twisted hands around my throat,

With tattooed fingers of bureaucracy

And paper lists,

I wrote.

I knew the poets sang;

Their voices were ever heard.

Repeated through the years.

And mouths watered for their soliloquies of hope.

And that,

I would dream of only that now-

To be filled up till I was full.

And I would share every fullest mouthful of that feast.


Words would find me.

And I would reach for them,

Until we meet again;

In love.


Find the poets!

The strongest voice above my head

As I looked up to heaven,

And it looked down on me,

Until I could not ignore it any more.

I had time to breathe and read the air

As it fed my soul-

A nourishment I savoured.

And now I could fill hungry heads again;

Replenished, renewed and rebirthed.

Poets found, made and told.

Not leaving; staying

Not gone; present

Not behind; in front

Not silent; heard

Not over; just beginning,

Because poets always stay!



A Relaxation Journey

A Relaxation Journey Book

This is a story of relaxation. It can be used at any time of the day with children, to help them relax both their body and mind. It uses special language and relaxation techniques. Mosey bear takes your child through the relaxation journey. Walk with him through the Rainbow Caves taking, ‘everything you need.’ Find out how to relax your body and mind using this special story. The book also includes some quick relaxation activities to understand how to connect with feelings of well-being and calm. A beautiful start to the day, focussing on relaxation!

Ten things for teachers to know about Dyslexia.

1. A person reading with dyslexia may get 20 times more exhausted using 20 times more energy than a typical reader. Allow extra time for tasks to compensate, or have a scribe/writing partner to help.

2. Everyone with dyslexia has a special gift, as their dyslexic brain will work amazingly well in a different way to a typical brain.

3. It’s worth finding out what this special gift is. Ask what the person is good at or likes doing. They may like building 3d models or be great at problem solving.

4. Children with dyslexia may have very creative brains and see the bigger picture.

5. Reading a flat 2d page may be difficult for someone with dyslexia who may see their world in 3d images, or moving pictures.

6. Holding a book up in the air, or tilting the page may be easier to read, find something that can be used to give a book a slant on the desk.

7. Dyslexia is a language accessing problem, manipulating words may be difficult and memory of some (trigger) words may be hard. Make a note of trigger words and find ways to remember them.

8. Try multi- sensory games to build memory hooks for a dyslexic learner to use. (see, hear, touch)

9. Don’t give up!

10. May people with dyslexia go on to be successful entrepreneurs, due to their amazing “thinking out of the box’ skills.

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