What do you do when your phone dies? Poet Matt Abbott has a suggestion, at least for your young teen. And it’s radically countercultural.
Abbott is a poet and educator who lives in Yorkshire in the U.K. He loves poetry; he began writing it when he was 17. He wants everyone, of all ages, to love poetry, “especially those who consider it a dull and irrelevant artform.” Abbott has published a collection for adults, Two Little Ducks (And Selected Poems 2015-2018), based on a highly successful one-man show. Now he’s published a poetry collection for children.
A Hurricane in My Head: Poems for When Your Phone Dies is aimed at children in the middle grades, but the fact is that it’s great fun for children of all ages, including grandfathers. He captures the humor, terror, and pain of being a young teen, and he makes those feelings understandable through the medium of poetry. It might be the terrors of a “first date,” which he describes in two poems, “Outside the Cinema” (#1 and #2). It might be the churning stomach that comes from your first day at the “Big School,” or the fear of participating in a sports event (“Sports Day Chills”).
But what do you do when you face that most angst-ridden experience of contemporary life (and not just for teens)?
The Spine-Tingling Horror of 0%
No power, no socket,
no charger or cable.
Just a sad-looking phone
Lying blank on the table.
No voltage,
and no more vibrations,
No more emojis,
no notifications.
I’ve tried it and tried it,
but the battery is flat.
It might work for ten seconds,
but it’s gone after that.
If I could just share that photo
or finish that text,
I’m certain my mind
wouldn’t be quite as vexed.
I charged it for hours:
all green in its glory.
But I just can’t resist
all those video stories.
So, I try to forget it,
and I go meet my friends.
No need to show off
and no need to pretend.
I don’t know how I’ll manage,
but I’ll give it a shot.
Unbridled imagination
is the only thing I’ve got.
He writes about pulling a sickie (aka faking an illness to avoid school), what do you do when you discover your teacher is a real person, falling in love in math class, the dread of the birthday invitation, the horror of realizing you will become an official teenager, and more. The poems are funny, they’re recognizable, and they make us older children squirm and smile in memory. (“I have to change clothes in gym class? Are you kidding me?”)
Matt Abbott
Abbott has done poetry and performance tours, appeared at the Edinburgh Fringe Festival, created a spoken word record label Nymphs & Thugs, and serves as an ambassador for Trinity Homeless Projects and Eureka! The National Children’s Museum. And he has a band, Skint & Demoralised.
A Hurricane in My Head knows its audience, those 11- to 13-year-olds who are staring the terrors and drama of the teen years in the face. It also knows its other audience, the rest of us who’ve been there and survived, although we didn’t think we would. We can read it and smile. Now, if not then.
Related:
Matt Abbott reads “Big School” from A Hurricane in My Head
Photo by Paul Van Der Velde, Creative Commons, via Flickr. Post by Glynn Young.
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Megan Willome says
“including grandfathers”
I will definitely check this one out. Thanks, Glynn.
Glynn says
I have discovered that my inner child is just below the surface whenever I’m with my three grandsons, ages 10, 8, and 5. I have also discovered that it is impossible to keep my inner child below the surface whenever I’m with my grandsons.
Katie Brewster says
“I have to change clothes in gym class? Are you kidding me?”
Oh, the horrors for a twelve year old girl!
Glynn says
It was also a horror for many 12-year-old boys. Speaking for a friend.
Katie Brewster says
Right;)
Bethany R. says
Looking it up for homeschool! I’m always looking for poems for my middle-grade kids!