How to Get Your Teenagers Out of Bed and Creating Poetry!
Today started like any other. Wake up. Greet the day. Make pot of tea. Eat porridge at desk. Remember to take a photo of said breakfast for April Photo a Day Challenge. Read blogs. Cruise Facebook. And then I see it! Book Spine Poetry. I follow the links. A whole site devoted to Book Spine Poetry. I am in heaven. I want in. But getting stuck into the bookcase alone feels well, lonely. I want company. Then I remember I have children. (I knew they would come in handy one day). Well…teenagers to be exact but they used to be children until they developed….attitude. Would they want to raid the bookshelves, play with words and create little poetry magic ? Ummm… let’s see! I head on down to what we lovingly refer to as ‘the caves’ – a vast waste land of unwashed clothing. Open the door. Pull up the blinds and both of them give me a look they have well perfected. It’s the ‘scrunched up eyes – I have no idea who you are’ look. Which is weird because I have been cooking and cleaning up after them for so many years that I am thinking they should probably recognise me straight off but still… First light and all.
Get up guys. I have this great day planned. I am taking you out for breakfast. Down the beach.
They open their eyes.
Hot chocolates anyone? Chai Tea?
They start to move involuntarily.
Have you tried the summer breakfast at the Beach Cafe? The one with with the smashed avocado and beetroot relish? It’s really good. The eggs there are just perfect!
They are sitting up. They whoop and cheer. After all, anything is better than facing that empty fridge first thing in the morning.
There’s just a little something you have to do first, I quietly add.
I saw this really cool thing on Facebook.
What? ( suspicious eyes all round)
Well, first I thought we could make a little Book Spine Poetry.
What? It’s not even 10.30am. One of them cries. But the lure of eggs and bacon is so strong. They get out of bed. They follow me down to the kitchen.
Here’s one I prepared earlier I say, pointing to a pile of books.
They look at me. They read the book spines. They look at each other. They shrug. And I don’t know if the Easter Bunny left some magic floating around after he delivered eggs to our neighbours ( I handed over the eggs to our girls in a grey plastic bag) but they both head towards the bookcase and start taking out books. It is amazing. It’s literary chaos (in a good way). There are piles of books everywhere and poems appearing before my eyes
It was the best fun I have had all week. If you don’t count scoffing a whole Lindt Easter egg by myself. By the time we had finished, there were books everywhere and the girls were even reading their old picture books! Seriously I think they caved in far too easily. I would certainly have added movie tickets!
So take to your bookshelves and celebrate Poetry Month. You’ll be glad you did!
( And to all those people who still blame me for their Pinterest addiction – be warned! Book Spine Poetry might be just a little bit addictive! I’m just saying…)