What a lot of storm poems I got and how I loved seeing how you played with lines. I could tell some of you had read my tips and tried lots of different things.
Thank you for sending them in! Congratulations if I picked your poem. If I didn’t, remember there are lots more challenges to try each week.
Remember, I post challenges for you not competitions — as a writer the most important thing for me is how I challenge myself, how I enjoy myself, how I discover things when I write.
I love the way you have played with the length of the lines.
I love the way you have thought about the word on the end of the line.
I love the way you have explored how one line shifts onto the next line.
All these poets deserve a book from me (and many I didn’t post!). Thanks to a very special poetry family in Wellington, The Lovewells, I have decided to send a copy of a book they donated to Poetry Box, Follow the Swallow by Julia Donaldson … to Vesper at Ilam School. I love the way all the animals in Julia’s story help send a message to Africa. Thank you Lovewells ! I love the sound of the lines in Vesper’s poem.
I am also sending a copy of Barbara Else’s terrific The Queen and the Nobody Boy to Kate at Selwyn House School. Kate’s poem had such a strong image and mood and that was helped by the way she crafted her lines.
The eye of the storm
As I walk along the tides,
The cold breeze tickles my ears making them pink with frost bite.
The rain makes me drip from head to toe.
And the thunder bursts my ears.
By Erica 11 years old Y7 Selwyn House School
I fly through thrashing
Sonal Year 5 Nine years old Fendalton Open Air School
by the river,
blows me and
into the air,
and now the river.
Gryffin, aged 10, Year 6, Westend School
A storm is showing
it shouts and screams
there is a light
it’s a horse
The horse is a raindrop
in the storm
the howl of a wolf
is in my shed
a creak and there is silence
the storm disappeared
my storm horse is delivered
Sophia D Age 7, Ilam School, Year 3.
The clouds are glaring darkly.
The wind is howling loudly.
The rain is blowing strangley.
The storm isn’t playing kindly!
Ewen W aged 12, Year 8, Cobham Intermediate School, Christchurch
The Raining Storm
Raining with every raindrop
The people go
inside their houses.
Written by: Ronnie age: 7 Year: 3 Ilam Primary (Christchurch)
In the storm I
the valley going wooooooo
Name: Vesper W Age: 5 Year: 2 Ilam School
By Lucy J Year 8 Selwyn House
by Reilly 12 years old Year 8 Selwyn House School
Brew and bubble clouds of ink,
under the mantle of darkness coil and strike!
roar and grind in my cauldron black
Invade the heavens with crooked claws,
and lash like whips upon those below.
Eliza Meekings 12 year 8 Selwyn House
The ocean’s waves crashing against the rocky cove,
diving deep below the surface.
There’s a silence,
Kate aged 9 Selwyn House School
Bravo everyone who wrote a poem!