…. onto a poem!
This week I visited Balmoral School and the theme of their Book Week was Doors. There are so many books with doorways and there are so many ways doorways can take you places when you write.
I started off by picturing an old wooden door. It was green, with peeling paint, and it was on a shed at the bottom of a garden. I opened the door slowly and inside was …
…. this was the beginning of a poem the Year 7 students made up with me. I got them to think of things inside the shed.
The Old Green Door
I open the door and see
a rusty bicycle
an old radio
a broken broom
the dangling shovel
sparkling spider webs
a fat chicken
a mountain of firewood
We ended up making a list poem and I loved the picture that grew in my head with this list of things. I then got the students to explore how a last line can change the whole poem. One student suggested the last line could be ‘The shed collapsed‘ as though it had been in one of the earthquakes. That line would make you see the whole poem differently. It shows how important last lines can be.
Think about the last line when you write your story poem.
This is the poem Jamila (Year 7) came up with (I love a ‘gush of dust’ and the ending!):
The Haunted House
The door is flung open.
A gush of dust flies through my face.
I step onto a rug.
Flies zoom in and out.
The wind whistles.
A howl is heard from every corner.
The room slowly darkens.
A shadow is still seen.
A mysterious person in front of me is still visible.
Abruptly they turn around.
A clone of me appears.
Harry (Year 7) manages to build nice tension in his poem:
I twist the golden painted brass handle
I throw open the old chipped door as it screeches
I see an old chalk board with chalk dust rom top to bottom
The back wall has crumbled plaster all over the floor
I walk over to the screeching of a rusty, metal-spring, cuckoo clock
But as I stumble round the corner I see
the great, grey door.
Bryan (Year 7) wrote this poem full of juicy rhyme and images:
The Spooky Mansion
Visiting the mansion, I reached for the knob.
The mouldy door creaked
and in the room I saw
flickered candles, melted wax
dreadful organs, flapping bats
fluffy webs and screaming ghouls
desperate zombies, flying ghosts
sparkling wizards, magic toast
fireworks screamed, very strong light.
Then someone lit the dynamite