by Lucy Smith
Autumn wails through the morning wind,
Asking the quartz snow to surrender on a white flag.
The glum sky looks down upon the sooty world,
Following on from the success of the Summers
House photography competition, the tenacious members of Summers
were eager to get involved with a new challenge. Launched to coincide with
National Poetry Day 2015, pupils were encouraged to compose an original poem on
the theme of winter. It’s fair to say that, in a way that is becoming
characteristic of Middle School’s very own green house, the results far
exceeded the expectations of our Head of English, Ms Burden, who kindly offered
to judge the competition.
Judging proved so difficult that in the end it was
necessary to expand the categories from the intended Year 7 winner, Year 8
winner, and best overall to include second placings and commendations as well.
Highly commended was Hamish Orr in Year 7, for his poem about a snowball fight.
Subsequent to his fantastic achievement in the
photography competition, Arya Gowda repeated this feat to come first in the
Year 8 category, with Ms Burden commenting “Arya’s poem about snow is
impressive, incorporating elements of shape poetry and evoking a sense of what
snow is like with some vivid phrases.”
The task of picking a Year 7 winner was far from easy, and it
eventually came down to a three-way split. In the end, it was agreed to award a
joint second prize for both Year 7 and overall to Ben Millard and Oliver
Durrant. Ms Burden praised both entrants for their creativity, observing “Ben’s
poem, with an extended personification of winter, is very carefully crafted,
and Oliver’s poem ‘Winter Comes and Goes’ is incredibly vivid.”
It was decided, after some careful consideration, to award Year 7 first
prize, and the overall winner of the Summers House poetry competition, to James
Christensen. James’ evocative illustration of the transition from autumn to
Christmas Day demonstrated exceptional talent, and certainly struck the
teachers who read the poem as a unique take on the brief. Ms Burden judged: “First
prize goes to James Christensen. His poem is very unusual and shows an ability
to manipulate language in a way that is quite striking for a Year 7 pupil.”
Many thanks to all those who took part, with further
thanks to Ms Burden for giving up her time to judge the entrants. You can enjoy
their poems below, and if you do see any of these pupils please do take the
opportunity to congratulate them.
Winter
By
James Christensen
Autumn wails through the morning wind,
Asking the quartz snow to surrender on a white flag.
The glum sky looks down upon the sooty world,
The
world is black, the world is dead.
Twigs die, mangled in the roads of men,
Children play, ejecting projectiles of snow.
Leaves the colour of a dead roach crinkle,
Twigs die, mangled in the roads of men,
Children play, ejecting projectiles of snow.
Leaves the colour of a dead roach crinkle,
Green
is a colour in hibernation.
Pumpkins rot, leaving molten wax.
The ember of an inferno heath blackens,
In its mouth of ash it moans for spruce.
Tiles fall from a crying roof.
Rubble people piles under ebony snow,
Pebbles drown as mournful birds.
The shining moon wreaks havoc on the world,
Pumpkins rot, leaving molten wax.
The ember of an inferno heath blackens,
In its mouth of ash it moans for spruce.
Tiles fall from a crying roof.
Rubble people piles under ebony snow,
Pebbles drown as mournful birds.
The shining moon wreaks havoc on the world,
The
elemental mist covers its evil face.
The tree holds its life, its speciality, its star,
The tree holds its life, its speciality, its star,
Canes
leak the fallen dew of mint.
Nutcrackers deny diets, eating rapidly
As the family wakes for Christmas Day.
Nutcrackers deny diets, eating rapidly
As the family wakes for Christmas Day.
WINTER
By
Ben Millard
When
Winter first touched the fields
He
was weak.
The
power he once had was gone,
Somewhere
his hand could not reach.
The
dusting of ice was not enough,
It
was not a hindrance.
It
had to be colder, thicker, higher
For
his old power to affect us.
As
time went on,
Winter
returned.
Each
time getting stronger,
The
wind getting rougher and tougher.
In
our sleep
Winter
got fiercer.
Our
sheep were dying as we spoke,
Our
children and pets had sore throats.
The
illnesses came
And
Death reigned.
We
grew to respect him
As
our ancestors did.
Suddenly,
the disease stopped,
The
children played outside again.
They
jumped in the mountains
And
came out the other side laughing and screaming for more.
Winter
has two sides,
His
good and his bad.
The
bad coming first and leaving a few
To
experience his good side in joy.
New
Year came and Winter fled
To
another side of the World.
When
he gets bored of that place,
He’ll
come to us in our fields.
Winter
Comes and Goes
By
Oliver Durrant
I
remember the leaves floating down gently,
Crimson,
gold, bright yellow and flaming orange,
All
colours of the shimmering sunset sliding down
Under
the horizon.
I
remember the first glowing glint of white,
The
first solitary snowflake to drift down gently,
To
lay it's back on the Tarmac ground and
Melt
away, only to be followed by hundreds more.
I
remember mid-winter, the ground a shimmering
Sheet
of unpenetrated snow, glistening and
Casting
rays of dancing sunbeams onto stick trees,
Standing
strongly with icicles, like a winter dragon's fangs,
The
icy wind his wrathful breath.
I
remember the icicles dripping as the sunlight
Made
them thaw. The snow sheet steadily
Melting,
its reflected sunbeams growing weaker.
I
remember the spring bloom, trees bursting
Into
life, green leaves sprouting from their branches.
The
sun, a great golden eye, glared down
On
the warm ground, which only a month
Ago
was an endless field of shimmering snow.
Snow
Arya
Gowda
Drifting
tufts reside in the tenebrous skies,
Scrutinizing
a world below.
Magnanimous
sheets of joy
Cover
the distant horizon,
A
winsome sea of white.
Suddenly,
A gentle breeze,
A
flutter of snow.
A
universal dance commences,
A compelling
prospect.
They
swirl like fairies,
Pirouetting
through the warm dusk sky.
Falling
Falling
Falling.
Winter
By
Hamish Orr
The
thick, white blanket of snow,
Laid
soft on the garden path
And
the bright sun made it glow.
I
tie my stripy scarf
I'm
ready for a snowball fight
I
make a huge pile of snow
What
a great winter sight
Everyone
starts to throw.
Oh I
love the winter snow
A
snowball fight and winter sights
It
makes the winter glow.
When
spring comes at last
The
snow quickly melts away
Oh
why does it go so fast?
Then
the sky goes grey
I
thought the snow had passed
But
then I think again
Will
the snow come back?
But
only rain came.
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