Group Activity: Writing a Villanelle

With having our largest group ever this year (12 students), we have had to get creative about how we do certain activities. This often means breaking up into smaller groups, but having another tutor there every week makes this possible! Recently, we took two weeks to write a specific kind of poem called a villanelle.

(^ Above image from: https://elliefleurjohnson.com/2017/12/04/understanding-the-villanelle-form/)

I chose this activity because I had just been to my own local writer’s group where we wrote a villanelle collaboratively (thanks, Olivia!) and I thought this might be an interesting opportunity to do the same thing with my students.

I read them some famous villanelles and then took a line to incorporate from this one by poet W.H. Auden


Each group brainstormed some ideas that would lend to strong imagery and then shared lots of laughter around figuring out rhymes that fit within it. Someone would spit out a line and their group would accept, reject, or rework it until it seemed like it belonged. For middle schoolers, this collaborative effort took a lot of time and patience and was frustrating at times, but it was also so much fun watching us frantically count on our fingers to make sure we had 10 syllables for each line! I love that both poems turned out to be nature related — fireflies and fields.

As leaders, my tutor, Ashley, and I mainly facilitated the students’ ideas, not trying to steer anything in a direction or shoehorn something in, but rather learning with them as a part of the creative process. Here are the results:

Perspectives of Fireflies

Fireflies in the dark forest night glow
Why do they flicker with unearthly light? 
If I could tell you I would let you know

Where’d they go when the world was white with snow 
Did Winter miss their warm, engulfing light?  
Fireflies in the dark forest night glow 

Spring winds call them with their inviting blow
Do flowers push up to call them with might?
If I could tell you I would let you know

Lazy summer nights tell them where to go
Do their hearts burn with great envy or spite? 
Fireflies in the dark forest night glow 

They dance under the stars with their wee toes
When the leaves fall do they dance or do they fight?
If I could tell you I would let you know

They swim in the slippery white moonbow
Running with silvery, sparkly sprites
Fireflies in the dark forest night glow
If I could tell you I would let you know

(Currently Untitled)

The vast field where the wildflowers grow
Asters, goldenrod whisper with the wind
“…If I could tell you I would let you know”

The creek is low as it hums its solo
The long stalks of velvety clover bend
The vast field where the wildflowers crow

The sparrow sings, its white wingtips it shows
The dandelion sways, its seeds it sends
“…If I could tell you, I would let you know”

The lone oak, its branches spread, its leaves blow
The crickets sing a song that never ends
The vast field where the wildflowers flow

13 The creamy clouds drift across the sky, slow
14 The orange sunset and the horizon blend
15 “…If I could tell you, I’d let you know…”

16 Horses whinny, feeling free, letting go
17 Sweet silence and secrets they will not lend 
18 The vast field where wildflowers sow
19 “…If I could tell you, I’d let you know”

Modeling Writing in Real Time

“Hey! I have an idea for our tutoring time I’d really like to do today,” said my student as I sat down at her dining room table.

“Sure! What did you have in mind?” I said, waiting for a fun surprise.

“Next week is our last week together with the group and I wanted to write a poem for each of the girls who are graduating or leaving.”

“That sounds like a great idea,” I responded. “Let’s see how we want to go about doing that.”

So we sat at the table and gave her one example she could draw from if she chose. I showed her what I wrote for one of the graduating students to share in front of the other parents and students .

If I could give out an award for bravery, it would be all yours. You came into Maple Key last school year mere weeks after moving here to TN from your whole world in CA. As we listened to tales of your new life, your new house and new animals, it always made me wonder, “How is she handling all these new changes so well?” You came in each week willing to jump right in for gardening, watercolor, or a good laugh. If someone were looking in from the outside, they would have never known that you hadn’t lived here long or been a part of our group for years because you embraced your new life here. This year you rallied all the girls together not only to go to the middle school dance, but for you all to get ready together. The stories that came from that event – both anxious and hilarious – might not have happened if you hadn’t assured them that there would be something for everyone.  

One of the things I admire about you is that you don’t let setbacks get in your way because you believe there is a great big world out there for you to delight in and discover. I have seen time and time again, if you don’t know how to do something you always find a way to learn and adapt. If something annoys you, you have the self awareness to acknowledge it but don’t hold a grudge against the situation. You have a true entrepreneurial spirit, a jack of all trades who will be in high demand for whatever she sets her sights on in the future. But most of all, you are the kind, gentle big sister we needed this year. 

I told her that I would take these paragraphs and make it into a poem so she could see how I pulled out adjectives and ideas from what I wrote and included other things I knew about the student she was writing about.

A Long Journey

You did it:
– The plane rides that made you anxious
– Embracing a new set of friends
– Training new animals
– Becoming a DIYer

You are filled with:
– laughter
– leadership
– love
– delight
– dreams
– discovery

You share tales of your old life, as it tries to blend in with the new
– Gnarly
-Smoothies
-Sunshine
– Goats
– Horses
– Gardening

You always find a way to learn and adapt
You are the kind, gentle big sister we all needed this year

As I said, I just made that poem up on the spot, not trying to overthink any particular line. The point was not for my poem to shine, but for her to see a way forward as she visualized the person she was writing about and play around with form. Just that 5 minute little exercise gave her a boost to finish up her own inspired creative endeavor after I left.

When the time came, I was so anxious to hear what she had come up with! This 7th grader read her poems in front of the other students and parents with confidence. One of the students graduating was her older sister and when she shared the title “Trailblazer”, the waterworks were coming from many eyes in the room.

What a joy it is to be a part of that facilitation process where students’ ideas are incorporated and they can assess their own and others’ growth over time. Goodbyes are always hard at the end of the year, but seeing students leave with hearts and minds full and younger students ready for another year of inspiration in August certainly helps ease the transition of hugs and tears.

What Sarah Said (and Other Recent Inspirations)

Recently, I went to our monthly local writer’s group and brought in some poems that I had written. These poems I had penned as a model for my students, since I had asked them to write from the very same prompts. I tend to be an over-thinker, so the practice of writing under a deadline and letting the results be what they are is good for me.

As usual, the people gave incredible feedback, mainly that poetry needs less words — take out the unessential. We distilled our mantra down to “Chuck all the words!” as we laughed at all the things that could get gone from my poems. With every comment, I felt so lucky to be a co-learner alongside poets, bloggers, novelists, professors, marketing writers, and others who would claim no other label other than they love writing. Peer review can and should exist beyond Composition 101.

The first poem I shared was based on an essay collection by the poet, Ross Gay, I had been listening to in the car. I imagined I was Gay as he cared for his dad in the ICU and all the tenderness was spilled on the page. The administrator of our group leaned over to me and whispered, “Were you thinking about ‘What Sarah Said’ by Death Cab for Cutie when you wrote this?” My poem had images of a heart monitor, being terrified of your own feelings, hospital hallways and harsh family memories. I told her I was not channeling that song consciously, but I knew it well. After the group left, I went back home and played the song on Spotify; it hit so fresh. Listen to some of the lyrics:

As each descending peak
On the LCD
Took you a little farther away from me
Away from me

Amongst the vending machines
And year old magazines
In a place where we only say goodbye

It stung like a violent wind
That our memories depend
On a faulty camera in our minds

And I knew that you were truth
I would rather lose
Than to have never lain beside at all

And I looked around
At all the eyes on the ground
As the TV entertained itself

‘Cause there’s no comfort in the waiting room
Just nervous paces bracing for bad news

After re-reading those words from a song I had heard a million times in the last 20 years, I was humbled to even be considered near the lead singer, Ben Gibbard, in terms of writing. Just look at all the specificity and irony in this hospital scene he paints! I may have been thinking about what Ross Gay described, but this song must have been rattling around in my psyche somewhere. I suppose it’s really no wonder that Plans by Death Cab for Cutie is one of my favorite albums of the 2000’s. Every song is an absolute vibe, a calm emo kid’s delight, full of heartrending tones and quiet desperation. Gibbard wrote lots of songs in response to hard things he had seen or experienced in relationships. I am always telling my students that writing in direct response to something is where some of the most profound art work exists.

So I listened to Plans some more this weekend as I write this blog post and as I look back over my writing for more words to chuck.

Ross Gay out here being a great poet