Snow is an attractive and common subject for poems - I’ve written one myself. But Paul’s poem, remarkably, manages to be original. His snow is spooky stuff - a glue that takes away colours, takes prisoners, and is only the wing of something much larger. I’m not a big fan of rhyming couplets, generally, but I like Paul’s irregular line endings and all the subdued “O” sounds he uses.
SNOW
White glue Sticking to the floor, Taking out green, grey and blue, Covering the land, Without any demand, Taking prisoner, Anything It can touch with its mighty wing.
Touching the ground, Without a single sound.
Silent as the wind When it’s coming down, Covering most of the town PAUL TAYLOR
Paul Taylor, aged nine (above), receives Two’s Company by Jackie Kay (Puffin). Submitted by Penny Kelly of Thurston CEVC primary school, Bury St Edmunds, who receives a set of Poetry Society posters with teacher’s notes. For Poetry Society events, ring 0171 240 2133.
