One school in Bradford decided to add to my 'Reading and Writing Poetry' workshop, by incorporating linked sessions on art and drama into the day. Nicola's Tiger was a particular favourite in the art groups. It's a favourite of mine, too, and although I've seen it dozens of times it still gives me a little frisson when I turn the page to find it leaping out at me: In molten bronze, the tiger’s fluid power Roared out its terror – heard the jungle cower: He saw the sharp-edged