22 May 2018
We have been delighted with the quality of assessment tasks submitted over the past few weeks. Please see below a selection of poems composed by students in 9E1. All students submitted an image they chose as stimulus to assist with generating ideas and inspiration for their poems. Enjoy!
Everything still, silent
Cast in a deep, heavy black
Weary, drowsy, half – awake
They cuddle back – to – back
Soft, distant chirping
Shadowed thickets thinning
Grudging fade of predators lurking
The rising fire winning
The brilliance of the sun awaking
First met by the craggy peaks
Slender serpents start their baking
While shadowed beasts now go to sleep
Crisp white powder starts to melt
Wispy clouds without a tether
Dense emerald pine, thicker than felt
Natures umbrella for any weather
Shadows lengthen, clutch and strengthen
Back to burrow, drowsy, tired
And streaking orange in the sky,
Bloody, brilliant rays of fire
Malachi Boyes, 9E1
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‘Heavy Rain, Bitter Pain'
The droplets of water cascade around me,
Softly, gently, splashing
I don't know if the water on my face are my tears or ever-present rainfall.
My feet splash in puddles glazing the cobblestone streets with their reflective beauty
As water slithers into drains like snakes in the grass,
I usually find pleasure with this sight
The wind clawed and lunged desperately at my form,
Begging, screaming, pleading
The wind blew back the soft cloth cover of the form I was holding
I had to bite back my tears, but alas, to no avail.
Big brown eyes, soft and tired, and some soft black strands framing their head.
And much like before, I was filled with the outmost regret, guilt, pain.
But being with me would leave suffering,
I want this sunshine to last, to grow, to love
Leaving a soft peck, a whisper, a knock…I ran
Half of me believes I'm making a bad choice, but I have to believe I am not.
I am sorry…the word sounds so pointless now…
I hate the rain, it reminds me of what I gave up
And what I allowed myself to lose.
Chloe Burns, 9E1
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The sun fell asleep
As the moon awakened
His eyes became mesmerized
In the sea of infinite stars
Each one greeting him as they appeared
Breathtaking
Surreal
All were oblivious but he
Twinkling, trickling
What a sight to see
Dispersing
Like a plume of smoke
The stars gave him vibrant hope
As he looked once more
Into the dark azure sky
He felt free
He felt alive
Ellie Martin, 9E1
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my little brother toby
left when he was four
grew some wings and a halo
and floated out the door
toby would be the kind of angel
you'd sing about in praise
painted in cathedrals
and surrounded by a golden haze
sometimes if I listen closely
I'll hear his soft voice hum
calling the names of his family
as he blesses us one by one
i imagined him living amongst the clouds
and every night he'd float down
to grace the dreams of good children
with his sweet smile and golden crown
they say a loved one never leaves you
that they'll stay forever in your heart
but I hope that toby's far away
in the land of clouds and stars
Hanako Versluis, 9E1
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