National Writing Day 2023

A selection of poems written by Y7 students in Ms Lucchesi's class to celebrate #National Writing Day - 21st June, 2023

The brief was to describe what they could see out of the window of a room, with focus on the five senses and their thoughts and feelings.

The Eastern Trenches

I saw the horrors of brutal conflict

I smelt the rancid smell of rotting corpses

I saw bodies scattered like fallen leaves left to rot

My thoughts rested with my family not aware of the danger I am in

 

I saw the horrors of brutal conflict

The bitter taste of ice cold soup lingered under my tongue

I saw the muddy hell from which no man returns

The endless void in my mind never would be filled

 

I saw the horrors of brutal conflict

I felt the cold harsh wind whip at my face

I saw the desolate bleak landscape revenged by the raging fires of hell

The fear of death lingered in the miserable void called my mind

 

I saw the horrors of brutal conflict

I heard the sergeant’s fatal whistle singing for the slaughter they called glory

Over I went, into the shower of lead

Never to return

Aiden Edwards and Henry Turner

 

From the Eyes of the Tower 

 

They whistle cheerfully,

knowing that my life's blood, 

would soon be spilt

over the wooden block they currently build. 

 

Caressing my B necklace,  

I feel the warm pearls between my tapering fingers,  

the necklace I wore the first time I met Henry,  

the necklace I wore the day I sealed my fate. 

 

I could hear the ravens squawking,  

the same ravens

that would pick out my black sparkling eyes,  

the eyes that had beguiled the King of England 

the love of my life

turned murderer. 

The sun taunts me with its eclipse,  

denying me the chance to see the sunshine

before it is shining on my mutilated corpse. 

 

I could hear the ravens squawking, 

the same ravens

that would pick out my black sparkling eyes. 

The stench that arose from the Thames, 

surrounded my delicate nasal area. 

I bite my lip and I can taste my blood,  

the same blood that will soon be

pooling from my throat. 

 

By Ava Foster and Eva Hawkins  

The Eiffel Tower

The glow of the Eiffel Tower

dances in the moonlight,

The streetlights illuminate the path and reflect into the deep blue waters.

I can hear the giggles of little children running around and playing,

I can smell fresh pastries from the bakery across the road.

The glow of the Eiffel Tower

dances in the moonlight,

The streetlights illuminate the path and reflect into the deep blue waters.

As I lie down eating a baguette,

it is silent and

I feel relaxed.

I overhear: "It’s so beautiful,

I can’t believe that was painted!"

The glow of the Eiffel Tower 

dances in the moonlight,

The streetlights illuminate the path and reflect into the deep blue waters.

As I read my book, 

beams of sunlight warm my face.

Oh, how I love Paris!

Entrance to the Chamber of Secrets

Out of the window I see, tall trees being rustled by the wind,

The sound of Myrtle’s screeching makes my ears ring.

I heard earlier that it’s very rare that people can open the chamber of secrets,

I can’t believe I have opened the chamber.

 

Out of the window I see, small hut of Hagrid’s in the distance

The smell of unflushed toilets pongs in my nose.

I heard Harry, Ron and Hermione are making potions,

I can’t believe I have opened the chamber.

 

Out the window I see, the currant quidditch practice where I don’t want to be,

I feel shivers down my spine as Myrtle rushes past.

I heard people are being put into the hospital wing,

I can’t believe I have opened the chamber.

By Ellie Blaine

Space Craft

 

Suddenly, I was blinded

by the radiant light

of the colossal sun

which towered over the space craft, 

making me feel small and insignificant.

 

Heat emitted from the sun, 

Small beads of sweat escaped my brow.  

My limbs began to ache extensively 

Under the heavy weight of my suit.  

 

Lately the loneliness has got to my head  

The realisation of my mum

not being here  

Hit me suddenly.  

I remember vividly the conversation,  

Her last words: 

“Don't be long.” 

 

You were meant to be mine.

 

jess and grace

 

Wedding Day Senses

Many good thing shappen in life,

But one thing tops them all:

It’s your wedding day!

The night that will never fall

 

As the night calms down

I look out the door

I see a robin eating

It wanted more and more

 

I heard the music vibrating

Through the speakers

Everyone was dancing

Around in their sneakers

 

I could smell

The breath-taking cake

That the baker

Took hours to make.

 

By Finley and Fraser