New Vlog: I’ve been found out

As you have come to expect, when I release a new poem, a vlog follows it very quickly. And with my latest poem, ‘I’ve been found out,’ there is no change there. This poem is about how the pupils at the school I teach at have found out that I write in my spare time, and shows my conflicting feelings of excitement about that and embarrassment due to my level of writing ability. As usual, you can watch the video below, but if you want to head over to my YouTube channel, you can get even more of my vlogs that cover poetry, short stories, flash fiction and sample chapters from my books. Enjoy…

New Poem: I’ve been found out

I’ve not been around much due to it been crazy at work. But then last week my work and home life collided. It appears that some of the kids I teach have found out I am a hobbyist writer outside of school, and that I have written and published a few books. More recently, they found my YouTube channel and have been talking to me about my poems. As you would expect, some have been joking and laughing at me for writing, but others have told me they really like my writing and poetry. I am unsure how to feel. On one hand I don’t want my hobbies and job to cross over too much; on the other I want to inspire the kids I teach to realise they can be or do anything they want. Just because I teach computing does not mean that I cannot write in my free time. One good thing has come out of this confusion, a new poem. This one is a lot more personal than others I have written, and probably more specific to me than anyone else. Hopefully you will find some meaning in it that links to you. If not, then hopefully you enjoy it. The poem is called ‘I’ve been found out,’ and as usual you can either head over to my collection on wattpad entitled ‘Bad Poetry You probably never want to read,’ to access it, or read it below…

I’ve been found out

I’ve been found out

Like the Scarlet Pimpernel

Leading an artistic double life

Saving words from certain doom

Unmasked

Like a villain on Scooby Doo

Wondering how those ‘pesky kids’

Knew it was me all along

My true identity revealed

Like Clark Kent and Superman

The glasses are off

And the real me exposed

Seen as more than I was

Like Mary Westmacott

Though I do one job well

There is more than meets the eye

I can’t wipe their memory

Like the Men in Black

They will never forget

The man behind the disguised

Yes, I must confess

I must tell the truth

You see

I am…

I am a…

I’m a secret writer

Well, not so secret any more