I am now officially an ex-teacher, claiming redundancy pay-off and pension. My nineyear-old asks me most days what I've been doing. She 'bagsied ' the internet soon as it was back working, saying I had the rest of my life to use it anyway. When I reply 'writing' she gazes at me, puzzled and asks - 'Will you make any money?' I seriously wonder if we've gone wrong somewhere. She has now abandoned her ambition to be a fireman (as in Sam Tan ) and wants to be a doctor, as in Casualty, Holby City, and soon-to-be Crash. She is already well-qualified, having followed avidly the crash,bash,slash, dash, mash and hash of those popular series.She will be surrounded in hospital by glamourous colleagues, plenty of disturbed patients and a few stock, Shakespearian (see Bottom or the Porter) working-class 'mechanicals'.
As ever, writing doesn't go where you plan. At least I haven't had writer's block as Swansea artist and author Alan Perry did throughout his bursary. Having fully intended to resume the novel I started over a year ago for teenagers, I perversely had another idea, for a long narrative poem ( aimed at Years 6,7 and 8 I think). It just took off from the rooftops
and hasn't stopped travelling since.
However, the poem below is one of several I wrote after Brittany ; this about my young daughter. It's in 'open field' style which I sometimes use, with phrases spread out and space vitally important and with one poem being one sentence -
A Bonfire in Brittany
It is the beginning and end
this bonfire
a Saint's day
a turn in the weather
she watches it rise
mesmerized
eyes aglow
its waves of fire
its spitting sparks
she shields her roasting face
in it she imagines
a cave a hut
she dances to the crackle
of hedge-cuttings and twigs
in later light
she's a giant shadow
with stilted legs
and afterwards
like everyone else
she is smoke
through layers of clothing
as if her skin were ashen
her hair the colour of hay
smelling of a stubbled field
after the harvesting
when the bonfire settles
to a hive of light
she lies on the grass
as stars press
honeyed fi