Carol Ann Duffy explores her abrupt and tumultuous progression from childhood into adulthood in this sing-song poem, written in the second person. She reveals a world divided into two different types of people: those who cling to the bright and bubbled world of Mrs. Tilscher, and those who see reality as it is: distressed by the wickedness of the "Bradys and Hindlys" of the world. Like the "rough boy" in Duffy's poem, reality is often rough and difficult to take in. Being in the middle of such a pivotal time in my life, this poem was particularly important to me and I felt it would also be helpful to others my age looking to make the life altering decision of which world to live in.
- Recommended by Bob Devoll '20
In Mrs. Tilscher's Class
You could travel up the Blue Nile
with your finger, tracing the route
while Mrs. Tilscher chanted the scenery.
Tana. Ethiopia. Khartoum. Aswân.
That for an hour, then a skittle of milk
and the chalky Pyramids rubbed into dust.
A window opened with a long pole.
The laugh of a bell swung by a running child.
This was better than home. Enthralling books.
The classroom glowed like a sweet shop.
Sugar paper. Coloured shapes. Brady and Hindley
faded, like the faint, uneasy smudge of a mistake.
Mrs. Tilscher loved you. Some mornings, you found
she'd left a good gold star by your name.
The scent of a pencil slowly, carefully, shaved.
A xylophone's nonsense heard from another form.
Over the Easter term, the inky tadpoles changed
from commas into exclamation marks. Three frogs
hopped in the playground, freed by a dunce,
followed by a line of kids, jumping and croaking
away from the lunch queue. A rough boy
told you how you were born. You kicked him, but stared
at your parents, appalled, when you got back home.
That feverish July, the air tasted of electricity.
A tangible alarm made you always untidy, hot,
fractious under the heavy, sexy sky. You asked her
how you were born and Mrs. Tilscher smiled,
then turned away. Reports were handed out.
You ran through the gates, impatient to be grown,
as the sky split open into a thunderstorm.