Each Thursday the Poetry Club meet in M 201 during lunch. Students write poems and the group select one which best relates the theme of the week which is published on this page.
By Frankie, Year 7
I shut my eyes;
this was it: my escape.
I dare to look,
peak through the black
shield which is separating
me and what lies ahead.
Then I find myself here,
in a place where I am
A place where all my doubts
do not seem to exist anymore
It was as though a firm
wall which once stood,
separating me from relief,
A strange sensation
filled my reflection;
something I have never
Then it was over.
My eyes flickered open
as though unsure if they
were ready to return to
Your eyes shine
With the wisdom of a thousand stars;
Your ears are pricked
To the sound of my beating heart.
The only sound is the continuous thump in our chests;
Your coppery fur
The only colour amongst the dark.
And when you bark,
You entwine me with a cord of wonder,
Then when you run,
My thoughts begin to bound in time.
Your bushy tail sweeps through my veins,
Your paws patter softly over my heart.
With your whine, you dapple my mind,
And then I’m yours again.
Chirping, whistling. The sweet sounds of robins soaring through the
air on a summer’s morning
Dew drops lay on the grass, glistening in the sun, squirrels,
waking in their tall trees that hung over the forest like a cloak.
Safely nestled in their dens, the foxes remained resting.
Butterflies emerged from the distance,
Elegantly fluttering over and away from the forest.
Below them lay a field of flowers,
Somehow blessed with sunlight,
A golden haze flooding the valleys as rabbits and hares hopped through the
roses and daffodils.