This is poem #2 in Story Poem Week, a week during which each of my poems will tell a little story. This one is a bit more evil than my usual offerings.
Students - once again, I'm struck by noticing how poems come like dreams. I am sure that this one is a combination many things. A couple of weeks ago, I read an essay by a third grader about the importance of not murdering spiders. I'm sure that I also thought about the picture book HEY LITTLE ANT by Phillip and Hannah Hoose. I brushed a spider from a friend's shoulder yesterday and we find spiders in our old home daily.
To write these story poems, I find myself asking that question again..."What if...?" Today I asked, "What if gigantic spiders really DID come after the children who hurt them?" These story poems are fun to write because your imagination can run like a wild horse through a violet evening.
Teachers and Parents - This thought of killing small creatures reminds me of one of my favorite poems, "For a Five Year Old" by Fleur Adcock. Her words are a reminder to be more present, be more kind, be more who I wish to be.
Teachers and Parents - This thought of killing small creatures reminds me of one of my favorite poems, "For a Five Year Old" by Fleur Adcock. Her words are a reminder to be more present, be more kind, be more who I wish to be.
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