This is our first year homeschooling a third grader and a pre-k/kindergartener. Today was our first try at Poetry Teatime, and I wanted to share our experience!
True enjoyment of poetry was ruined for me as a teen when my high school classmates and I were required to pick poems apart and find all the deep and supposedly hidden meanings that existed. I was always afraid my interpretations would be incorrect, and the poems we read were often depressing. When I learned about Poetry Teatime, I was so inspired to make poetry a positive and memorable experience for my own children.
When we started Poetry Teatime my goal was to give my children enough to do (making their drinks and eating/drinking) so that we could read 2 poems. Each week they got more and more into it and sometimes will sit for 30-45 minutes just listening. There are some books they ask for repeatedly (with favorite poems) or I just pick a book that seems timely (like "summer" etc.).
I was reading a poem about the color gray, we were eating brownies fresh out of the oven, and outside it was raining loudly, as it often is in our wild little corner of the jungle. It was our weekly poetry teatime and we were gathered around the kitchen table, the scent of cinnamon tea and chocolate mingling with the earthy, mushroom-like tang that comes up from the forest floor during the heavier rains.
We had several guests join us for tea this week, an aunt, a couple of our cousins, & my daughter's best friend. Not all of our teas are this elaborate. As a matter fact all of the treats were store-bought so that we had time to decorate the table.
This morning we chose to celebrate the color orange. The girls made a centerpiece with orange paper flowers and a paper chain. We pulled out our orange demitasse cups with saucers and used our rainbow-colored, Santa Fe tea pot.
Thank you so much for the wonderful idea of poetry teatimes; we’ve been loving this new addition to our week.
I don't know what it is about poetry teatime that makes it so special. I can't exactly say why it works. Is it the fancy teacups or the tiny cubes of sugar? Could it possibly be the allure of the store bought blueberry muffins?