Hot tip: Try my September poetry challenge
Meanwhile this is a delightful set of poems from a class that poet and playwright Renee Liang worked with.
Everything so loud.
Plastic spinning wheels.
Squeaky wheels and little sounds.
Smelling the hard plastic.
Feel metal screws.
Feel the cold.
When I Jump
I fly through the sky
I smell Mum cooking while I fly
It feels like a bouncy marshmellow on the moon
I see Mum jumping next to me
I touch the net and remember I’m on the tramp
Then I smell a yucky thing
So I fly away again.
I can hear in my dragon toy the flapping of the wings.
I can smell the smoke and fire from my dragon’s mouth.
I can feel the bumpy skin.
I can taste the blood from a man that the dragon ate.
When I stand on the trampoline I sink through bubble gum.
When I taste the clear breeze it’s often on the trampoline.
I hear the squeak of the trampoline.
I see the top of the trees.
After jumping on the trampoline my feet feel fuzzy.
I feel the metal springs on my feet,
The birds tweet at me for hours.
I get tired of jumping.
I fly when I hear the wind whistling through the sky
And I smell the salty sand.
The birds are tweeting in the sky.
That makes me fly.
from Room One (Y1/2) at Gladstone School in Mt Albert, Auckland, taught by Mrs Hubert.
We did a brainstorm on ‘Things That Make Me Fly’ and then came up with some words to describe these things, making sure to focus on each of the five senses. We talked about using a real thing to describe a feeling.
Then we used these ideas to write a poem.
The children are used to writing narrative stories describing their weekends, but handled the switch to poetry and more focussed word use really well!! Lots of enthusiasm too with the evidence on their faces as we talked that they were really feeling the words when we discussed ‘exploding bubblegum’ or ‘tasting the breeze’.