On the fourth day of the tenth month, I found a way to break my day, sit and obey my headteacher, as she encouraged us to celebrate #nationalpoetryday through the tannoy. To find, read or write a poem on such fine day.
My lunchtime turned so creative. My after-school behind splashed glass, here, at Mareel, to re-draft it and share with you.
And now, our star looks a beacon out of greyness, I have finished what I began.
This year’s National Poetry Day challenged the pen to the theme of change. Already, I contributed to my Federation of Writers (Scotland) by submitting a few lines to a massive collaborative poem which is to be read today, in Glasgow, I believe under the watchful eye and voice of former Makar Andy Jackson, the very man behind it all.
That peerie offshoot adds to the millions of poems written today to celebrate the spoken word.
So, Happy National Poetry Day 2018 fae da island in da far North, and enjoy Change. 🙂
Change
Open your eyes to a new day.
Ask me again,
… So, what is change?
Something exotic on your tongue,
say hello in a new
language –
collect laces to please your heart,
lace up your shoes with
unkennt loops,
pick a new path to love pavements;
that biggest box of CaranD’Ache where
colours burst out of pencils to
break the dullness of
Tarmac,
allow you to grow from darkness.
Dare it,
dare it, or
just die now –
harness your fears,
bite da bullet,
dare to step out on new cobbles,
light that new road that
needs beacons;
hands on
tight ropes,
Carrick-a-Reede,
what you once dreamt,
incidental.
© Nat Hall 2018