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GCSE English

Tomorrow, a friend’s son will visit me and we will discuss W. B. Yeat’s poem “An Irish Airman Forsees His Death”, https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/57311/an-irish-airman-foresees-his-death

A’s son is preparing for his GCSE in english. Part of the exam will entail him analysing a poem he has not previously seen, on the theme of power and conflict. He will need to analyse the techniques used and make an evaluative judgement on the poem.

I am, of course delighted to help, and hope that our time together will be productive in terms of A’s son being able to develop the skills enabling him to analyse poetry. I will ask my friend’s son to say what he thinks of the poem in general terms, and then go on to ascertain his views on the techniques being utilised.

Although I write poetry, my degree is in history and politics and I hold no formal qualification in either creative writing or English Literature (other than an A-Level in the latter subject). Tomorrow will therefore be something of a learning curve for both my friend’s teenage son and myself.

(Note: I have no idea as to what poem will be set when A’s son sits his GCSE English. It could, so far as I am aware, be any poem concerning power and conflict).

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When A Young Lady of Streatham

When a young lady of Streatham
Did me with blackmail threaten,
I smiled with sweetness at her
And said, “I don’t know Claire,
And I’ve never been to Streatham!”.

On A Train Last Night

On a train last night
I thought of the earth in years to come.
There was no sun
Nor light
Of any kind. Only black, eternal night.

My light shall die
Yet, in my reverie
The earth I did see
Was itself devoid,
Void of humanity
And my sense
Is that it was not far hence.

When A Young Lady Whose Name Is Lou

When a young lady named Lou
Spanked me with her high-heel shoe,
And I said, “give me more!”,
She replied, “I hear the front door.
Its the bishop, he’s due at 2!”.

The Erotic

The erotic is a girl’s voice pleasing,
Although many a man seizing
On a word
Has oft times misheard.

The erotic is a girl standing closer than she need
Which does a man’s desire feed,
And seem
Rhymes with dream.

The erotic is a peach
Seemingly out of reach.
A ripe fruit dangling,
His feelings entangling

The erotic is a state of mind
And you may find
That the seeming hot
Is not.

Instapoetry – is the bubble about to burst

I was interested to read this post on Emma Lee’s blog, entitled, “Instapoetry – is the bubble about to burst?”, https://emmalee1.wordpress.com/2019/07/17/instapoetry-is-the-bubble-about-to-burst/

I do have a presence on Instagram (https://www.instagram.com/kmorrispoet/), however, whilst I value those who follow me on Instagram and see the platform as a useful means of promoting my work, I view it as one method (amongst several others) of promoting my poems.

In addition to Instagram, there is, of course this website (kmorrispoet.com), Youtube, Sound Cloud, Twitter and Goodreads, (for links to all of my social media etc please see my “About” page which can be accessed here, https://kmorrispoet.com/about/.

Ultimately its important not to put all one’s eggs in the same basket, and this is why I will continue to maintain several platforms, including Instagram.

Kevin