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This is the first video and musical response to #TuesdayTitlePrompt and I absolutely adore it.

GARETH! Great work :-)

(We also clearly have similar minds because I’ve written a piece of flash fiction for a grown up manuscript that toys with this theme.)

With apologies to E.A. Poe🐦‍⬛🙂

Poetry for Kids by Carl Burkitt There Was a Knock at the Door

I have heard it
The short series
Of raps against wood
The desire to come in
The need to be seen
I refused
With more
Desire to stay alone
In silence and peace
Without acknowledging
That which hovers
Just outside my door

Poetry for Kids by Carl Burkitt Watching Netflix Monday night
Seated on the floor
(Our sofa had gone walk-about
Just the week before)
Suddenly there was a knock
The sofa lumbered in
Jostled back into its place
'What'd I miss?' it grinned
#TuesdayTitlePrompt

Poetry for Kids by Carl Burkitt There was a knock at the door.
Who’s there?
Who’s there?
Me, said the knock, it’s me.

Who’s me?
Who’s me?
Oh who can it be?

If you open the door,
Said the knock at the door,
You’ll see
That the knock
Is me!

Poetry for Kids by Carl Burkitt There was a knock
at the door
It said 'I won't come in'
'Why not?' I said.
'I'm only a sound'
it cried mournfully.
Sounds like you better
come in.' I said.

There was a knock at the door.

What happened next?

Let us know in this week’s #TuesdayTitlePrompt .

Much love to all the teachers who went back to school today.

If you’re struggling tomorrow morning, here’s an idea…

‘The Teacher’s Day in Bed’ by David Orme.

(Found in The Works, pg263.)

Old Skin

Teachers: There are 626 posts on my blog and you can use the search engine to find items relevant to your areas of study. Lots of poetry, lesson plans, poetry by children etc. Worth a look? May save you some planning time. brian-moses.blogspot.com RTs appreciated.

'Good writing is supposed to evoke sensation in the reader. Not the fact that it is raining, but the feeling of being rained upon.”

- EL Doctorow

I wrote today’s poem with my three-year-old. He chose the title and the final two lines, and asked me to do the rest.

Poetry for Kids by Carl Burkitt #FridayTrydayPrompt #ChildrensPoetry
#Kippers
Poetry for Kids by Carl Burkitt

#FridayTrydayPrompt #poetry forchildren #poetry I’ve had a go, Carl! Thank you for the prompt!

Poetry for Kids by Carl Burkitt I'm a nervous flyer,
so I always wear parachute pants.
When I wear them I look like an elephant,
especially from behind,
but at least now I can fly with peace of mind.

Were you the inventor of the sausage trouser?

Does your shop sell nose gloves?

Is your wardrobe stuffed with caramel jumpers and knee slippers?

Let me know in this week’s #FridayTrydayPrompt .

When I go swimming

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Poetry for Kids by Carl Burkitt My sofa went for a walk
It wandered away to the sea
“Wowee! You know how to talk”
It said,
Storming away from me.

“I’m sorry!” I call from the garden
“Please! Don’t give me the slip!”
But now I sit on the carpet
While my sofa enjoys fish and chips.

#TuesdayTitlePrompt