Author Archives: Rosie Cannon Stories

(A sad poem) I want to swimTo be freeBravely floating on my backIn sparking moonlight.Venturing intoUncharted watersEvery inch the explorer..In truth, I am desperate,So desperate- for othersTo see me this wayAdmired, adored, thinking this is real love-because I don’t actually know And insideI carry a heavy loadInvisible even to myselfA hurt so deepIt has filledEveryContinue reading “into the light”

I am talking to a (strange) stranger,Who now knows more about meThan I care to admit But I do careFor the warmthThat seems to have crept into my days And the silent messages that make their way across land and sea from an unknown town called crossing foxTo the place of sheepIn another country AreContinue reading “Blushing in the dark”

March commute 5 o’clock on the drive home Eyes surprised By light at that time of day The whole valley Bathed in its softness. Trees I’d seen a million times Strangely outlined against the mist All of a sudden I spotted a pair of herons Bobbing across the sky Joyfully oblivious to their own awkwardnessContinue reading “Soft Landing”

Dusk fell Leaching earthy hues Blue hills fading to grey Dark green yews Black against the sky. Slowly light spun The swollen river slipped past Shining, smooth Molten waters Enticing, pulling; Stealing the last Silver light

I retrained as an English teacher at the age after spending the previous 15 years in the classroom teaching horticulture. I had then had a 10 year spell doing various types of teacher training and various teaching and learning manager posts, and I decided to retrain as I had begun to feel very far awayContinue reading “The Writing Revolution Resources-from an early career perspective Carmel Gibbons, Dixons Cottingley School, Bradford”

At the beginning of the year there was a leader’s meeting and we were asked to come to the meeting with something to share with all the other districts; it could be a poem, members determination or a song. I offered to write a poem and when I got into the car in the morningContinue reading “Our Buddhist district-A tale of Hope and Perseverance in COVID times”

Her name was Roseanne McLafferty. She was the 10th child; born to a woman who was already 42 years old. She had 10 children of her own. One of them was my dad, Denis. Her husband James Gibbons was a farmer and he was killed by a horse when he was 50. I imagine lifeContinue reading “Granny Gibbons”

We set out on your birthday We two Searching for comfort Redemption, salvation. The car sagged Burdened by expectation. The absurdity of moving Through space In a small metal box We headed north Were we slimmer, richer, wiser now? Last year felt like An age ago Strings of cars, headlights on Passed us on theContinue reading “Summer Holiday 2020 (post Covid)”

My first thought about ‘influence’ is that we frequently mix up power and influence. When we feel powerless we are feeling our own lack of influence. I would argue that teachers need to be aim for influence rather than power. It is an important question for early career teachers who are often looking for answersContinue reading “Influence”