What is the earliest poem you have, and what made you get in to poetry?
This week, Sulthana Begum answers:
I recall I was not impressed with poetry in primary school. I was more interested in writing pages in my diary of what I had for breakfast and who I played with and pages in my notebooks of stories about castles and dragons and runaways.
But at age 12, I discovered the pleasure and ability of writing poems, which stemmed from my English teacher praising my poetry. My first poem, below, which I still have a handwritten copy of dated 20th January 1998, was for an English homework, and that’s where my poetry began.
I enjoyed looking through my old poems, which somehow despite years of moving around I managed to retain a handwritten notebook copy of. Most of it is fairly cringeworthy, and I had to resist temptation to fix up the poem when typing it up here, but resist I did.
My Teacher is a Fox
My teacher is a fox, roaming free
He always thought up impossible things for me
He was very cunning and gave my sly looks
Even gave me detention for not reading books!
He tricked me into detention and trouble
His glares always made my legs wobble
His red hair gave me the impression of a fox
His pointy ears and nose and his red socks
I really hated him and his cunning personality
So one day I wrote to the zoo in the city
Some zoo people came and took him away
I saw him with foxes in the zoo the next day
From then on we had a new teacher
He was an owl, my, what a preacher!
He could embarrass you or make you sorry
So one day… but that’s another story!