When he wasn’t reading poetry aloud in a wildly theatrical voice, my dad would be listening to it and crying. 33rpm vinyl Dylan Thomas crackled into my childhood dreams as he played the records at midnight.
My father left behind reams of his own poems, written in his spidery handwriting, the wiry, right-leaning slant of which I inherited. It is because of him that I love words, and it’s something I wanted to pass on to my own children.
This is a great game to play with your kids as soon as they have developed any kind level of symbolic imagination. I call this game, Granny is a Vintage Cheese. I find it works best from about age 6 plus, but it depends on your child.
Here is what you do to play Granny is a Vintage Cheese
- Grab a pen and paper.
- Ask your child to think of a person they know and keep them in mind. Get a photo out if it helps.
- Then ask your child what colour that person makes them think of .
- What kind of weather would the person be?
- What kind of road, fruit, sound, flower, music, country, smell, sky, animal, temperature would they be? What kind of journey, what texture?
- Write everything down.
- Ask any questions that inspire your child to think symbolically.
You will end up with a list something like this ~ The Biscuit Thief aged 6 describing one of her friends:
Yellow, Strawberries, Bells, Scotland, Sunny day, A muddy path through a field, Chilly, A cup of tea.
Then, you put the images into some kind of shape like this:
I loved that sunny day in Scotland,
When the yellow light helped the wild strawberries grow.
We ate them until our cups of tea,
turned chilly in the wind.
We walked home;
a muddy path through the fields,
to the sound of distant bells.
Voila! You have a poem by a 6-year-old (with a little help).
Give the poem title by picking one of the images, or just using the person’s name. Obviously, the more images you get out of your little one, the richer the symbols in the final poem will be.
The poems make great presents by the way! (Unless the all the associations seem to be about poo, wee, and plop.) Just print them off or get your child to write them out and then frame them.
Here’s another one, based on the images the Biscuit Thief associates with me:
MUMMY, by the Biscuit Thief, aged 6.
I ate old bananas,
In the heavy rain storm.
The pig smelled of roses
and an old rusty car that had broken down
Thanks Biscuit. Please add yours in the comments…I would love to see them!