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| Here are some poems that have been written by young writers in workshops with me. This page should really be enormously long, as I see so many fantastic poems from so many young writers. I hope you enjoy this small selection. |
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I had a wonderful visit to Llandudno at the end of the 2008 Summer Term, and worked with lots of marvellous and enthusiastic young writers. Here’s one example; |
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A shark can tell you how to
Rip through the bodies of its hopeless prey,
Swim through the deep blue sea in just one day,
Sleep whilst moving round the bay,
Smell a drop of blood a mile away.
But it can’t tell you how to
Flutter like a little fly,
Or see the mountains with a good sharp eye.
Daniel Lee Ashe
Ysgol Tudno |
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| Three poems on the train |
| In Summer 2007 I went on a train journey from Newtown to Aberystwyth with the Powys Writing Squad. Here are three poems from that journey. |
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slit of light
into another world
quickly over
quickly forgotten
but not gone
Bethan Breeden
I wonder what history
the trees, cliffs and hills hold.
I can hear rattling and the
low murmur of voices. I can
see people’s homes and lives
flashing past in the blink of
an eye.
Katy Bennett
head bobbing above the water
cold water
not a hot dog any more
William Gilmour |
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I visited Ysgol Penmaes in Brecon to write poems with the pupils during a maths week! Here's a poem about halves. |
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He never finishes work on time,
He’s only halfway through his name, (Jim)
Halfway through his homework,
Halfway through his game.
He always eats three sausages,
He should be eating six,
And if he eats a chocolate bar,
He eats one piece of Twix.
Little Halfway Jimmy,
He’s one half of a pair of twins,
His brother is called Timothy,
But we all call him Tims.
Francesca Kay and Class 3 and A3 at Ysgol Penmaes, Brecon. |
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This was written at Clyro School in 2005, and it remains one of my favourite poems. I think every poet feels like this sometimes! |
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I’m trying to write poems,
But it is not going very well,
So I’m giving it up!!
Kit Goldman |
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This poem was a wonderful gift written for me by a group of young writers from Ysgol Cae Top who I worked with at Ty Newydd. |
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She’s a magpie looking for words,
she’s an owl inspiring small birds,
she’s a sheepdog guiding us home,
she’s the bee in the honeycomb,
she’s a snowdrop, she’s a rose,
she’s sometimes crazy, likes to pose,
she’s funny, she’s friendly, she talks too much,
she’s just like a rabbit stuck in a hutch;
but in Ty Newydd, as the crocuses bloom,
she lights the candlelight in the gloom,
she sees magic that no-one else will,
she feels the spring through the winter’s chill;
there’s something amazing about the girl,
she’s the oyster catcher finding a pearl.
children from Ysgol Cae Top,
Ty Newydd. February 2008. |
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©2008 Francesca Kay |
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