Tuesday, 20 December 2006
Students from Chatham Grammar School, The Robert Napier School and New Brompton College attended a senior poetry workshop in December last year run by Ros Barber, a visiting poet.
Here are a few of the poems
My End of the World
My childhood bear to kiss goodnight.
A buffet lunch Italian style;
One more story from my Nanny;
First aid and rope in case of danger;
A pair of Nike trainers that fit my huge feet.
One more row with my dad;
A camera ‘cause I’ll find a film one day.
To play the sax at my Nana’s funeral;
A laugh and smile from my Grandad;
All my memories old and new.
My parents stand beside me forever more.
by Michael, Year 9
The Sea
The sea is quiet and only echoes the worlds of the lost
The sea is a place where spirits can dance in the moonlight
The sea is a gathering for the grieving
The sea only represents dark and never light
The sea can dig up old truths
The sea is a place for reflection
by Francesca, Year 10
It’s The End of the World
In my bag lies my makeup and my ‘phone
My lovely pink mirror with matching hair brush
In my heart there is hope, hope I’ll pull through.
My hand tightly holding my blanket and pillow;
My teddy on the other to cuddle when it gets dark.
I have got in front of me my MP3 so I can’t hear all the noises of destruction.
My friends sit next to me scared, worried; no one is brave in here.
My granddad here, holding my hand if it is the last thing he does.
I’m glad I’m here to experience it.
by Shantel, Year 9
Chips, The Luxury of Food
Straight cut, crinkle cut, potatoes from the ground,
The sizzling of oil in the pan, making a lot of sound.
McDonald, Burger King and KFC are all well known;
The masterpiece”The Chip” look at the shade and tone.
The toppings you add, salt and vinegar, add lots;
Bin the horrible ones that rot.
The grease it’s so bad for you, so why do they make it taste so nice?
Every human being wants to take a slice.
So as you can see
They are so crispy you crunch them in you teeth
The perfect side order, a burger in a bun, made of beef.
Pupils enjoying the Senior Poetry Workshop