Thursday, 12 April 2018

PERSONIFYING EMOTIONS - KS2/3 WORKSHOP IDEA

I recently came across the following very powerful poem, written by Laurence Binyon.

Hunger by Laurence Binyon

I come among the peoples like a shadow.
I sit down by each man's side.
None sees me, but they look on one another,
And know that I am there.
My silence is like the silence of the tide
That buries the playground of children;
Like the deepening of frost in the slow night,
When birds are dead in the morning.
Armies trample, invade, destroy,
With guns roaring from earth and air.
I am more terrible than armies,
I am more feared than the cannon.
Kings and chancellors give commands;
I give no command to any;
But I am listened to more than kings
And more than passionate orators.
I unswear words, and undo deeds.
Naked things know me.
I am first and last to be felt of the living.
I am Hunger

Inspired by this, I thought about which other emotions or feelings could be personified in the way that hunger is in Binyon's poem. Here is my poem:










Laughter

I sneak into   the      cracks
Of the concrete between people.
I cause rain to retreat
   s
   d
   r
   a
   w
   p
   u
And clouds to get sucked in by the sun.
Babies know me before they learn
their first words. My light says more
than all the letters in the dictionary.

I am the glue that fixes and binds.
I am the wind the carries life in its arms.
I am the monkey writing a poem.
I am laughter. 


With the above two poems in mind, have a go at writing a poem in which the emotion is talking. Possible emotions/feelings might be: anger, loneliness, joy, embarrassment or tiredness. Possible sentence starters include:

- I live among...
- I am more....than....
- I am less....than.....
- I am...
- I cause....
- I wish.....

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Thursday, 15 March 2018

DREAM #1


I woke up in an unknown city. Probably in America. Could have been New York. People were coming and going, bustling all around me. I was in the middle of the street, in dirty clothes. My limbs were stiff. Not the kind of stiffness that comes from simple exhaustion – no, I had some kind of disease. A disease which made my arms and legs stiff, so that I had to drag my body around painfully. People caught my eye briefly, but quickly turned away again in disgust. I wandered up to people, pleading for something, although I did not know what. I realised suddenly that I did not know the language, that I did not know how to communicate with these people. I tried to communicate using only my eyes: “please help me, somebody. I don’t know how I got here.” It was at this point that I noticed people coming and going through a door to a fancy looking restaurant. The restaurant was called ‘Joshua Seigal’s’. My restaurant? How and when did I open a restaurant in this foreign city? Was it even ‘my’ restaurant anyway, or did someone else have the same name as me, complete with idiosyncratic spelling? I went up to the restaurant, and tried to peer inside the window. I saw all kinds of people in there: families with small children, two women in hijabs chatting amiably, an avuncular old man hunched over a newspaper. I tried to make out what the menu of this restaurant, my restaurant, was, but I couldn’t read it properly. All I could tell was that it was some kind of burger joint, which made sense given my surroundings. ‘Joshua Seigals’ was written in what looked like mock handwriting, as though someone had attempted to give the place a homely, ‘genuine’ feel. I knocked on the door, and a burly guy answered. I tried to explain to him that this was my restaurant, that I was Joshua Seigal, but I couldn’t get the words out. I tried gesticulating, but my limbs were too stiff and the gestures too painful. I don’t know what happened after that.

Monday, 5 March 2018

STUNNING POEM BY YEAR 4 STUDENT

Last week I worked at St Joseph's RC Primary in Covent Garden. In Year 4 we wrote our own versions of Kit Wright's famous 'Magic Box' poem. I told the class they could choose any type of box they wanted - the poet below chose 'The Sad Box'. Here is her fantastic poem:


Sunday, 11 February 2018

I RECEIVED SOME 'FAN MAIL'

I am delighted and honoured to receive the following piece of 'fan mail', which a teacher took the trouble to email to me yesterday. What makes this a lovely surprise is that I have never visited this pupil's school; she simply read my book and thought I was worth writing to! Makes it all worthwhile.


Wednesday, 7 February 2018

COUNTDOWN POEMS - celebrating 'space week'

This week sees the launch of the world most powerful rocket. I don't know whether this is coincidental or not, but I have been working with a couple of schools lately that have been celebrating 'space week'. With this in mind, I'd like to share with you a quick, simple poetry idea. Using the structure of the famous rocket launch 'countdown', imagine what other things might be counted down to. The following poem is entitle 'countdown to holiday'.

Countdown to Holiday

10
pack suitcases into car
9
cram it in very tight
8
mum! mum! I need a wee!
7
I want to go in the middle!
No, I want to go in the middle!
6
I forgot my teddy!
5
get in the car
4
wait! I need another wee!
3
that's better
2
ready everyone? Strap in!
1
Devon here we come!
0
starts to rain


what other countdown ideas can you think of? Here are a few to get you started:

- jumping in the swimming pool
- getting ready for school
- eating a disgusting piece of food
- waiting for a birthday present

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Saturday, 3 February 2018

INSPIRATIONAL POEM BY YEAR 7 STUDENT

Yesterday I worked with a group of Year 7 students at Plashet Schoool, where we wrote poems exploring their perceptions of British identity. Using Benjamin Zephaniah's poems 'The British' and 'Neighbours' as inspiration, the students thought about the ways in which 'Britishness' forms their own identity (or not). I'd like to share the following amazing poem, which was produced during the sessions

Poem by Fatima

I am the type of person
who haunts you in your sleep.
Black and Muslim -
how much worse can you get.

I appear in front of doors
I watch you in your bed
I swing with monkeys
and jump on trees
When the sun rises darkness appears
the spirit of me bringing all types of fear.

But when I arrive
in the classroom
you'll learn to love
my unique personality.
I play sports
watch TV
talk in school.

You should feel good
I'm just another person.