09 March 2019
Posted by Sophie Jones
11-14 Age Group
Here are some poems from today's session that we would like to share:
Go his feet
As he walks
On MY TREE.
Go the branches
As he swings
In MY TREE.
Go the leaves
As he brushes against them
On MY TREE.
As he falls out of
Numerous feet against
Lights flash above, creating
Their own starlight.
Tepanyaki chefs work tirelessly
At their grills.
Trains become the bloodline
Of the city.
Skyscrapers breathe, the world
Is loud. A red sun begins to rise.
The sky rumbles.
Orange arms swing.
They race her,
Bang go the guns,
Crash go the trees,
As they fall to the floor.
The boots resound,
The birds flee.
Plants are shunted,
They race her,
The gun shoots,
14-18 Age Group, 9 Attending
Taking inspiration from Susan Richardson's workshop at the Art House last weekend, this week the young writers took a deeper look at sound poetry. As with the younger group, Susmita read 'The Loch Ness Monster's Song' by Edwin Morgan:
Hnwhuffl hhnnwfl hnfl hfl?
Gdroblboblhobngbl gbl gl g g g g glbgl.
Drublhaflablhaflubhafgabhaflhafl fl fl –
gm grawwwww grf grawf awfgm graw gm.
Hovoplodok – doplodovok – plovodokot-doplodokosh?
Splgraw fok fok splgrafhatchgabrlgabrl fok splfok!
Zgra kra gka fok!
Grof grawff gahf?
Gombl mbl bl –
We asked: how do we analyse this poem? The Young Writers looked at the questions in the poem, and wondered whether the monster questioned itself, the world, or was asking them to another person. They also observed the watery, glugging sounds and the heavy, prehistoric sounds, and noted that the sounds seemed to get more plosive as the poem progressed, suggesting anger.
We then read Susan Richardson's poem, 'Plibble', which explores the three dialects - Freshwater, Sea, and Estuary - of the European Sea Sturgeon, and looked at how the three stanzas acted as a conversation between the three dialects. With no punctuation, they said, Richardson's poem was more flowing, rhythmic, and relaxing, with an overall mood of peace and harmony between the dialects.
Finally, we looked at 'Bat's Ultrasound' by Les Murray:
Sleeping-bagged in a duplex wing
with fleas, in rock-cleft or building
radar bats are darkness in miniature,
their whole face one tufty crinkled ear
with weak eyes, fine teeth bared to sing.
Few are vampires. None flit through the mirror.
Where they flutter at evening's a queer
tonal hunting zone above highest C.
Insect prey at the peak of our hearing
drone re to their detailing tee:
ah, eyrie-ire; aero hour, eh?
O'er our ur-area (our era aye
ere your raw row) we air our array
err, yaw, row wry—aura our orrery,
our eerie ü our ray, our arrow.
A rare ear, our aery Yahweh.
The Young Writers described the sounds used in the last stanza as creepy, demonic, ethereal, eerie, otherworldly, and chant-like.
They were then given some time to write their own poem, choosing a creature and using any of the techniques used in the three poems to convey something about their creature through sound. We hope to post these on our Instagram story, so keep an eye out!
The Young Writers then began experimenting with ideas for a nature poem to submit to the Keats in Winchester art and poetry competition. With its deadline in July, we will return to these poems in a few weeks.