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Week 5 Review

Hi all,

I hope you’re busy working on your competition entries. I’m very much looking forward to reading them.

Although your in-class study has ended it’s great to see some schools continuing to develop their understanding and responses to poems studied.

Hanover  produced this stunning visual response to the poem “In Flanders Fields“… (click on the images to enlarge)

It was a week of experimentation as many of you tried blackout poetry.

Suad from Grafton clearly selected carefully to create this cohesive poem:

aching eyes
to you from failing hands we throw the torch,
reaching landings and turning corners.
The night darkening and the storm fast descending,
yet nothing can move!

Scarlet from Rotherfield made interesting selections to and weaved them together using well-judged line breaks:

Water
By the schoolyard ,a day in
June
And all the children
Laughed in the summer heat.
They head,
Shaming laughter
But what they saw was only
, far distant forests,
In Flander field
We lived,
In Flander field
We shall not sleep
In Flander field
No crystals
No carpet
And
No light
Its kinder hard
Life for me
A tyrant spell bound me
I cannot go
Beyond

While Jorden from Rotherfield changed the tone of the original poems through his selections in order to make it comic:

a red wheel barrow
saw a dancing bear
they watched it march they watched it halt.
“Now roly – poly somersault!”

Conversely, Angel from Rotherfield selected extracts to create a mysterious tone with the intention of making the reader want to know more:

rain water
by the schoolyard,
whistle-pipe, and played a tune.
Its head
summer heat.
they heard the
bear with burning coat of fur,
they paid a penny
aching eyes,
the poppies blow
mark our place;
the guns are dead.
short days sunset glow,
loved ones were loved,
the torch;
hold it
though
boards torn up,
all the time
and reachin’ landin’s
set down
still climin’
crystal spell
cannot.
bending
i cannot go.
cannot go.

Ema from Pakeman used the Bronte poem’s refrain to structure their own vivid poem:

The turquoise sea is swaying round me,
The warm wind is gently blowing,
But an exotic spell binds me,
And I desperately don’t want to go.

The tropical emerald green trees are swaying gently,
The delicate golden sand,
The scorching sun is shining down brightly
And I desperately don’t want to go.

Heaven beyond heaven looks down on me
Paradise beyond paradise holds me below,
Nothing can prevent me from seeing the sea
And so I cannot go.

While Sevgi from Pakeman found inspiration to write two poems. She appeals to our senses in her final stanza:

The trees swiftly swayed,
The sapphire blue sea looked wonderful,
The trees were blinded with colourful leaves,
The sun quickly entered the emerald sky,
I can go, can go.

The mysterious, serious sea
It had a black deep hole,
The fishes swam but couldn’t find the key.
I can go, can go.

Monkeys munching,
Parrots squawking,
Bears crunching,
I can go, can go.

Hope the preparation for the competition is going well. Try your best and create something your proud of.

Week 4 Review

Dear all,

Thank you for your responses to Langston Hughes. It seemed to be a poem that many of you enjoyed. Sila from Grafton explains her enjoyment in an interesting way:

i like this weeks poem it is really getting my brain working a lot

Some of the many highlights this week included:

Many of you were able to draw links between this poem and other poems or works you’ve studied. Nutaya from Rotherfield made this insightful observation linking “Mother to Son” with “In Flanders Fields”:

This poem is a inspirational poem for people with a Caribbean heritage. I think that this poem was created by a Jamaican woman who was treated badly and was telling her son what he might face in the future . This poem is like Flanders fields ,the author takes what was a big problem and creates a poem for future people to read

While Jack from Rotherfield linked the poem with a song:

I like this poem because it reminds me about black history and a song a change is gone a come by Sam Cook….

You can see the song below. How is it similar or different from Langston Hughes’ poem?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nOYuhLNwh3A

A number of Grafton pupils experimented with similes based on the concept “Life is like…”. Lee from Grafton created an enigmatic simile

life is like a piece of string you never know when it will end.

While Rodney from Grafton, like Hughes, focuses on the choices life provides:

Life is like chess there is always dilemma.

While Anoushka from Grafton, like many other students, takes an initial simile and starts to extend it:

I absolutely loved the new poem so I made some of my own little phrases based on poem.
life is like a maze that always has a way out so never be afraid of what lies ahead
Life is like a puzzle there is always a missing piece

Clay from Pakeman (?) extends his writing further and uses line breaks and a range of vocabulary to capture the variety of life:

Life is Hard

Life is like the sky
Blueberry rain,
Cyan colour,
Marshmallow clouds,
Bees flying,
Scrumptious picnics,
Sparkly snow,
Fire in the house,
Smoke coming from chimneys,
That’s bad for our world,
The world cries,
That’s why the rain comes,
Right now someone dies,
Right now someone is born,
My life is easy,
My life is hard,
Its in the middle,
I’m sorry for my friend,
I wonder when he comes back,
He’s the best,
Come back,
Make my life shine

Charmaine Medina from Pakeman also extends her simile throughout her poem and uses questions at the end to involve the reader:

The Book Of Life

Life is like a book
The beginning of your story
Where all your dreams come true
Each page is a new light
Imagination heaven
New myths created
Page by page
Emotion and adventures
New characters enter your life
Relationships being built
Additions being added
Fairy tale worlds being seen
Long journeys across seas
Seeing goblins and witches
Running along
Singing a curseful song
Thinking what could go wrong
Coming to the end
Say goodbye to my friends
What happens next?
Happily ever after?
Or death?

As you know Hughes’ poem is powerful in part because of his creation of a speaker for his poem; the mother. Ruby and Perdie from Gillespie also create a voice to speak their poem. Which word in the final line tells us the most about their speaker?

Life ain’t no fairytale
There ain’t always a happy ending
The bad guys aren’t always punished
They sometimes come out on top
Wishes aren’t always granted and…
Dreams don’t always come true.
But I’m still here, reading
Hanging on to every chapter
Even though life for me ain’t been no fairytale

As always we had some helpful feedback from one pupil to another. Look at how Selma from Gillespie encourages Mily but also explains clearly what she enjoys:

great poem mily you put lots of effort into it, also you put lots of thought to it i loved it my favorite part was when you wrote
life is like a flower its very delicate but never lasts forever.keep up the hard work mily i think this poem was fantastic.

Within the Your Poems section we saw some of you experimenting with your own themes and style. This is encouraging and good preparation for the competition which will start soon. Caitlin from Duncombe was inspired by Diwali and uses the contrast between dark and light brilliantly.

Decorating the streets with colour and light.
In streets of India we pray for more laughter,joy and happiness.
Windows filled with beautiful detailed designs.
Awaiting for midnight to watch the coloured fireworks pop in the dark sky.
Lanterns fill the glimmering sky while lamps light up the houses.
I love Diwali!

While Arkan Aqill Gillespie, a regular poster on the blog, share this exploration of a desperate tone:

The World.
By Arkan Aqiil

I feel lost in such a large world.
What would I do if I stood alone?
I had once thought it would soon end.
I start to isolate myself from everyone around.
I feel as I am getting sick.
It’s not just you who plays.
I know it’s just a trick.
Many of which still stays.
There’s a hole where my heart should be.
I know I am slowly to fade away.
Even with my eyes, I still can’t see.
I know that now, I cannot stay.
I must move.
I have to run.
I cannot stop.
This is good-bye

While Nahema from Pakeman shared this vivid poem appealing to our senses:

Paradise

The crystal blue waves crashing softly,
A gentle breeze awakening me,
The angelic sun hypnotises me,
And I cannot go.

Palm trees sway with the wind,
Taking me to Paradise,
I am so happy I grinned
With a slice of delight.

Clouds up in the sky,
Fish jumping so elegantly,
But I wonder why
This emerald army is so high.

Thank you ALL for a super week. I hope you’re very proud of yourself. Enjoy Bronte and get ready for the launch of the competition.