“Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and its thought has found words” – Robert Frost
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This week some Year 9 students took part in poetry writing in their English lessons. They chose their own topics and wrote their poem in the style of ‘Island Man’ by Grace Nichols. We are so impressed by the quality of their writing and their readiness to engage in current affairs through their poems.
Morning
An old lady wakes up
to a ray of light piercing through the glass
and the sound of children’s laughter
The smell of fresh baked bread and pastry filling the air
Chirping Crickets in the long grass
Seagulls squawking
Waves crashing and crawling up the beach
Fishing boats sailing off into the distance
the sun beaming off the water making it glisten
palm tree leaves rustling groggily groggily
Empty,
Toilet paper, pasta, beans,
Everything has gone,
Queues snaking out of the doors.
People shouting and fighting over the last supplies,
Fear engulfing the surroundings,
Sprinting down the aisles,
Laying in the atmosphere a sense of panic.
Everyone being selfish and acting like clowns,
Complete mayhem all around,
People clearing out the shop shelves,
They struggle to think about anyone but themselves
– Freya F
Back to Normal
(for a person about to enter the shop during a pandemic)
I lay on the hot, golden sand
Soaking in the sun, in hope of catching a well overdue tan
The salty waves crash onto the shore with a soft hiss
My friends and family surround me
As they continue to chatter away
The sky is a bright azure, matching with the sea
The scorched sand beneath me,
Glimmers as the sun shines on it
Blissful music blasting from the speaker of the neighbouring group
As I breathe in the smell of the warm summer air,
That I had missed so much
I can’t help but smile
Everything is perfect once again
Please put your mask back on
The guard says to me before giving me the nod to enter the shop
It feels abandoned
The once over-filled shelves
Now scarce and empty
The workers keep their distance
While wearing their masks and gloves
It feels quiet and dismal
Misery and gloom spread across everyone’s face
I meet eyes with another customer
I can tell we are wondering the same thing
When will everything go back to normal again?
– Amritha S
(This poem is from the point of view of the mother in America who lost her unborn baby due to police brutality)
I feel him when I breathe
He pushes tight on me
I feel everything his future holds
I feel his life, so free
I hear his little footsteps
Running close to me
I hear him shouting in the park
And smiling tenderly
I see him loving everyone
No matter what their skin
I see him holding everyone
And loving from within bleeding, bleeding
I felt him when he left me
The touch that felt so close
I felt his soul fly in the clouds
And greeting as a ghost
I heard it when it happened
My heart slicing into two
I didn’t need them to say it
It already felt too true
We can not carry on like this
I see it everyday
When we will judge by what’s within
No more lives will be torn away
– Amelia L
Innocent man
(for a simple man craving for a would that is truly free)
Community
and warmth is felt in his soul
the feeling of safety and acceptance
and how he is judged by his character
and how he acts towards others
he wears his skin as skin
and feels the golden sun not beating him
and feels like he is living
really living
in a world where his voice
is a statement not a suggestion
the dew soaked grass displaces
over his tense back
Finally loosening from stress of
the world and tomorrow Newsflash
The painful blue light penetrates
His eyes from the tv.
It’s nothing new he thinks pressing down
the off button .
Leaving his home, parents pull their children aside
Away from the black man.
His eyes hit the cold, dry pavement as he passes the police.
After what happened to George
And countless others, doing as they say isn’t enough,
Being innocent isn’t enough
Until you are behind the steel bars of injustice.
In his car, his wheels drag on the world that doesn’t
Favour him.
He is stopped by a white man in uniform and told to
Get out of the car.
He reaches for the seatbelt and is pulled from his away.
He is knelt upon
And whispers “I can’t breathe”. Another is gone and
Another murderer is uncovered .
What a life it is to be in the land of the free.
-Amelia R
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