I am the clash and collide of the stars
because I create worlds.

I am the awareness of the trees
because I hear the wind.

I am the sweat of a rainbow
because I refract all the colours.

I am the blood in a pen
because I ink arteries.

I am the blade in a sharpener
because I make nibs vanish.

I am the edge of a rubber,
rounded, worn and softened by mistakes.

I am the conversation of notes,
discussing melodies.

I am the holes in a flute,
knower of unknown tunes.

I am the skin of a drum.
Every hit, beat and bang
bouncing off me,
forming music from nothing.

• looking at the teaching sequence for Werewolf Club Rules, below.
• visiting Joe's poet page for more videos…