In the first week of childhood’s September,
going back to school was unreal,
when I discovered a new sense of smell:
I inhaled new uniform, shoes and plimsolls,
and the scent of sharpened pencils in satchels.
I breathed stale lost property masked with polish
from parquet floors of classrooms and the hall;
chalk-free blackboards and bare pastel walls;
blank exercise books and lined paper in reams,
waiting for fresh ink, essays and poems.
I sniffed pungent autumn in the air,
the promise of leaves and conkers everywhere,
the early creeping in of tea-time and gloam,
when cocoa and buttered crumpets steamed
on the kitchen table when we got home.
Kim M. Russell, 14th August 2018
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Poetics: Back to school, also linked to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Tuesday Poetics
Amaya reminds us that, in mid-August, American children are back at school – and the UK isn’t far behind at the beginning of September. She says every year when backpacked kids return to the sidewalks and yellow buses fill the streets, she can still hear the bells ringing down the crowded halls, smell pencil cases and reused textbook pages.
Amaya is interested in the images and senses that fill our minds when we think back to our school days; whether there is a particular lesson that still stands out today as the pinnacle of our primary education; whether we have a teacher who made all the difference; or any embarrassing or hilarious moments that we couldn’t forget even if we tried? She is asking for seemingly minor details associated with particular classmates or classrooms. She has also shared a poem by Shel Silverstein about playing hooky.
I remember when it was a treat in grade school to be sent out to clean the chalkboard erasers – mainly as a brief escape from the building, but it was messy!
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Yep, we did that too!
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Conkers. there is that word again! I love it. You make the beginning of school such an adventure. Alas, I hated school. I cannot find the idyllic words so many do. the best stanza is when you get home. This is truly lovely and everything I like about the fall.
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Thanks Toni. Blackberry picking first, then conkers!
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“Stale lost property” is very good, Kim, as is the whole of your poem, answering perfectly the prompt which I found challenging after all consideration. I tried to remember something, anything specific a teacher said but came up blank. It’s more about the essence of school and I could relate to yours and your images even an ocean away.
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Thank you, Amaya.
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It seemed appropriate to go back to school as the summer ended. We all have different school memories, but some things like autumn and the promise of Christmas were universal.
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so evocative because you captured the smells that children notice most “plimsolls,
and the scent of sharpened pencils in satchels.”
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Thank you, Laura. I still love the smell of pencils.
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Such a joy to get a peek at our poet’s school days; with our worldwide family. Always sad to hear that some did not like school–they were the best days of my life (hug for Toni).
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It is a joy, Glenn, and I’m glad you enjoyed your school days!
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Oh, this is so sensory — the sights, the smells, and the sounds create a kind of a tableau of this experience. The tone and the rhythm make it so evocative. Lovely penmanship.
-HA
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Thank you so much, HA!
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We didn’t have school uniforms, so I enjoyed reading about your experience. Blank chalkboards always appealed to me for some reason. Funny what we remember.
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School milk!
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Ugh. I had forgotten about that.
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Your piece engages all the senses — very well done!
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Thank you, Jo!
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Nice sound and description. I liked the “home” and “gloam” sounds at the end.
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Thank you, Frank.
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Wonderful images and smells. Such a cute photo as well. Wow, 35 students! Your teacher had her work cut out for her!
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Thank you, Dwight. Did you work out which one was me?
When I was teaching, I had 35 teenagers in a class one year and not enough tables and chairs to go around!
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I was looking, but did not know which one to look for… all were very cute! Wow! The most I ever had was 31. That was a lot, I thought!
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Far left end of back row.
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Very cute!!
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Vividly evoked. Not so different in Tasmania when I was growing up … except here, of course, it is in February that we start scenting autumn after the long summer holiday – and that is when we go back to school.
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I love the similarities and differences. My nephew was living in Tasmania until a months or so ago and I think he’s going back, he loved it so much.
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It’s lovely in many ways, but a bit cold for me – and always was, even when I was growing up there.
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Details galore of all the essentials for a good education, especially the new things (with there smells). I was that way too. Start of school meant new shies, shirts, and pants. Your school picture shows a large class for one teacher. I counted thirty-five. If you were in the picture it would be nice for us to have a glimpse. One last, our fourth grader here starts again tomorrow.
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I am in the photograph, Jim: the last one on the left in the back row!
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Wowww! ❤ This is so lovely Kim 😊 You have captured perfectly the smells that kids pick up the most i.e. “plimsolls, and the scent of sharpened pencils in satchels.” ❤
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Thank you, Sanaa! 🙂
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I remember it well. Is that you, back row first on the left ?
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A precious poem!
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Thank you, Annell!
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Aaahhhh the memories this stirs Kim. Smells certainly can trigger memories as well. Lovely writing Kim!!
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Thank you, Carrie!
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This is pure remembrance and temptation. It makes me crave chocolate yumminess and sweet pastries that do wonders in the mouth. And, oh! the scent of new school things, how I miss those days…
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New crayons and pencils!
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Your poem is half a world away, but it still has so much in common with California. It seems era is more important than place: that photo looks just like the class pics from my childhood.
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Yes, era does play a big part.
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‘Far left end of back row’, what a cute little lass, Kim! Those were the days!
Hank
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Yes. I wish I still looked like that, Hank!
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All very Enid Blyton….my favourite childhood books.You know I think there is a real need for revival of this kind of children’s literature . I think you could easily whip up a book along these lines. Just sayin’.
There has to be a horse in it called Dobbin and scones with strawberry jam and cream:)
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My childhood wasn’t very Enid Blyton at all; I come from a working class South London family whose father was more often than not out of work. My school clothes were all second hand, although my grandmother knitted all my jumpers and cardigans..
My first novel, Joe and Nelly, is about a boy who returns from evacuation in Wales during the First World War to find his home flattened and the little girl next door sitting on the only remaining part of the house, the front door steps. She is not what she seems to be.
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This is so beautifully-written! 🙂
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Thank you so much, Neha! 🙂
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You’re welcome, Kim 🙂
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Love this! I also loved your comment on my Marengo Years and will answer it in a bit…but I have a question for you 🙂 What is a plimsoll?
And oh my….cocoa and buttered crumpets sound much better than Oreo cookies after school! 🙂
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A clumsily is a cheap black or white sports pump with a canvas upper and a rubber sole. I used to wear mine all the time!
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Oops! My Kindle changed ‘plimsoll’ to ‘clumsily’! How did it know I was clumsy, even in plimsolls? 😊
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Well done I love it ! I love the Fall and write more poems during that season. You have inspired me, thank you.
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Thank you for reading and commenting.
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