Today I'm highlighting the poetry of Peter Dixon. Peter
Dixon was not just a poet. He was a performer, educationalist and artist.
He grew up in London during WW2, and as a boy his schooling
was far from successful. He struggled with spelling and the understanding of
word, form and grammar, so he tended to write secretly at home, drawing and
writing of things largely ignored by schools.
Despite this difficult phase of his life, Peter eventually became
a school teacher and then a senior lecturer in education. It often mystified
him as to how all of this came to pass. As a teacher, he strived to be unbiased
and did not neglect the children who experienced learning challenges.
Peter Dixon became a full time children’s writer and educational
consultant. His first book was published in 1978. Whilst living in Winchester,
Hampshire, with his family, he
contributed to over 100 poetry anthologies and had seven collections of
his own work published including Grow Your Own Poems, Lost Property and Peter
Dixon’s Grand Prix of Poetry.
I share with you today, one of my personal favourite poems
of Peter Dixon. Peter has this to say regarding the writing of the poem
'Teabag.'
'When I left for school in the morning I used to look at the
cat and wish I could just lie like him on the rug all day. I used to wish I
could be anyone or anything that didn't have to go to school.'
Peter Dixon's poems are liberally laced with whimsical humour.
This suits me to a tee, or tea...
Teabag
l'd like to be a teabag,
And stay at home all day -
And talk to other teabags
In a teabag sort of way . . .
l'd love to be a teabag;
And lie in a little box -
And never have to wash my face
Or change my dirty socks . . .
l'd like to be a teabag,
An Earl Grey one perhaps,
And doze all day and lie around
With Earl Grey kind of chaps.
l wouldn't have to do a thing,
No homework, jobs or chores -
Comfy in my caddy
Of teabags and their snores.
l wouldn't have to do exams
l needn't tidy rooms,
Or sweep the floor or feed the cat
Or wash up all the spoons.
l wouldn't have to do a thing,
A life of bliss - you see . . .
Except that once in all my life
I`d make a cup of tea!
Peter Dixon.
It is once again Poetry Friday and our host this week is Marcie Flinchum Atkins who is sharing news of her latest book.
thanks, Alan, Peter Dixon is new to me! I do love tea...and I do love imagining other lives. My favorite tea these days is called "Paris." Which conjures a whole different life inside the box than Earl Grey! :)
ReplyDeleteTea drinking and imagining the lives of others seems quite civilized Irene. I like the sound of that. I come from a family of committed tea drinkers, so I know where you are coming from. Paris tea is new to me. I used to drink Earl Grey but these days my preferred brew is English Breakfast.
DeleteThank you for the smile this morning, Alan! I love the voice of this poem.
ReplyDeleteSmiles are always a good sign, Rose. The voice in the poem is a large part of its appeal.
DeleteI'm sipping the last of my morning cuppa Earl Grey as I read this! Perfection! (My husband always tells the cat that NEXT time, HE gets to be the cat!)
ReplyDeleteGlad I caught you sipping Mary Lee. Such syncnronicity. I like your husband's comment very much.
DeleteAw, I love this! Dixon is new to me. I can relate to wishing for a cat's life. :) Thanks for the whimsical introduction.
ReplyDeleteThanks Karen, whimisical is always welcome.
DeleteAw, Dixon's a new poet to me, Alan, and the clever poem shows he must have been one of those engaging kids who don't fit "regular" school very much. I looked for his books but see that many are out of stock! Thanks!
ReplyDeleteLike you, Linda, I believe Dixon's own schooling experience made him strive to better relate to kids. His poetry reflects this. It is unfortunate that his books are out of stock. I have a couple that I purchased years ago.
DeleteOh, I love this poem. I love imagining what the tea bags are doing all day. :)
ReplyDeleteGlad you like it Marcie. I just hope they are not getting their strings tangled...
DeleteAlan, this is Janice! I love the bittersweet ending, the joy of teabag that is given up once a cup of tea is made. Very clever and such a lovely rhyme.
ReplyDeleteHow delightful Peter Dixon's "Teabag" poem is, I think that teabag has the right idea, thanks for sharing it Alan!
ReplyDeleteGosh what a fun mentor text-poem this is! I may go play with "I'd like to be a ____" this week. Thank you, Alan!
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