Meanwhile, there's some poetry action going on in my son's own first-grade classroom and as a result I enjoyed a peak moment this week: close to an hour snuggled in bed on a rainy evening with my two children as we all simultaneously wrote color poems following a form that Little D had used in class--he in a brand-new writing notebook, I in my umpteenth writing notebook, and Bigger D on her laptop (when did she learn to type so fast?). This is the one he brought home from school, specially copied out for Mommy the poet.
Much later I realized I had missed Glee....like that mattered.
Black and Me
Black is the deep black night and Great Ape's
Black is a great wolf's howl
black is a spider creeping
black looks like a slick fur coat
black sounds like an echo in a neverending
black smells like smoky black coal
black feels like the threatening black spikes on a
black tastes like the smoky taste of smoked
black makes me feel brave and swift
black is an old ghost in a tavern
~Duncan, age 7