Today is an unusual one for me because I have no teaching! Usually I have some lessons to teach but everyone is on holiday so that means I get an extra day off which is nice. Hopefully this means a little bit more reading.
The chosen poem for this week is by Hugo Williams. I must admit I hate a nettle sting hence why I have chosen this poem. I do like nettle tea though, very calming.
Not so much a sting
as a faint burn
not so much a pain
as the memory of pain
the memory of tears
flowing freely down cheeks
in a sort of joy
that there was nothing
worse in the world
than stinging nettle stings
and nothing better
than cool dock leaves.
This week I have chosen a poem by Hugo Williams. Williams was born in 1942 and is a British poet, journalist and travel writer.
Reading through some poetry this week and this poem really stuck out for me and I have read it quite a few times since discovering it.
The evening advances, then withdraws again
Leaving our cups and books like islands on the floor.
We are drifting you and I,
As far from one another as the young heroes
Of these two novels we have just laid down.
For that is happiness: to wander alone
Surrounded by the moon, whose tides remind us of ourselves,
Our distances, and what we leave behind.
The lamp left on, the curtains letting in the light.
These things were promises. No doubt we will come
back to them.