JAMES WEBB - IMAGES OF SPACE

This week, our writing was inspired by the incredible images from the James Webb telescope, how we can see back through time and into outer space, and the extraordinary, beautiful worlds that can be seen in these pictures.

We also linked this more widely to poems about space and, with the importance of the telescope, to the YPN challenge theme of glass. After doing some research and discussing the mysteries of space together, we got to writing!

Here are some of the brilliant poems our young writers created:

From Zoe:

Dancing its way across the universe,
Andromeda is on an everlasting hunt for another galaxy,
To love forever.

She glides peacefully,
Across the sky,
Running at 402,000 kilometres per hour.

She stares on at the others,
Hoping the will be her own,
But they are whisked away never to be seen again.

On day she will collide,

And meet,

With her soul mate forever.

From Aurora - The Badlands:

The red sands of my Badlands are made of glass,
streaks of green and blue wash over them and run
into the empty sea. My Badlands are an island,
an isolated oasis – drenched by the coughed-up
vomit of the whirlpools that surround it. Bless my trees,
their dangling fruit that fight for survival, the soft stone
that floats away on the invisible breeze. This is our home,
this is the land we live on. The sky is dark, yet full
of the twinkling eyes of lighthouses. Their last
embers reach us years after they were snuffed,
the fires of the neighbouring clifftops are going out.
My Badlands are rough and coarse. The light of these
red sands will not be extinguished while new trees sprout,
more fruit yet is bourne on the island’s emerald canopies.
The silence is telling. My grains of crimson life are
dragged
into the ocean, black as death: my glass is shattered,
seven times bad luck. Now more the sea is hungry,
avaricious. Jealous. Carries my Badlands away. The
lonely grains that haunt its inky surface twinkle like
fairies.
Their dying embers never reach us again, for we are blind.

From Leo:

When someone says a needle in a haystack,
Usually there is one needle,
Not thousands of millions
of billions of trillions.

Each so spectral,
More beautiful than any gem,
Any shard of adoration,
Uncompared,
Unchallenged.

Floating above us like supernatural beings,
Yet no soul to hope with,
No mind to be feared with
They seem so eternal,
Concealing their age
And their evaporating life.

Once we see them
They might simply be
A ghost, a shadow,
To never be seen ever again.
Their glory gone,
to a place where it can never be found,
Into the vacuum,
Into the void.

For some though,
It can be just the
beginning of a journey,
As they travel the experiences
of a Supernova.
Gazed upon once more.

While others turn to a world
Of terror,
Of horror,
Though not upon their wish,
They snuff the weeping remains
Of falling stars.
To be feared forever.

From Charlotte:

The night seems to go on forever
The darkness fills the land
Like a blanket that never seems to be claimed
The land covered in its dark hue
The stars never seem to return and seem to stay away
Clouds even shudder at the cold of the air
The planets move closer together in a huddle
The cold taking over the land like a new king
Nothing seems to want to come alive
When all stars seem to have given up
And the land is at a stand still
Lightness gleams across the sky
Giving off greens and blues the likes that are never seen
The whole sky is lighted up in a beautiful light display
It glides across the land with dust and sparkle
It glimmers as though some sort of magic has happened
The night seems to end as the light continues
Stars regain their strength and follow the magic in its wake
The light continues
The darkness and its blanket are lifted
The snow shines
As the light continues
The land becomes alive again with sounds of wonder
The colours of the light seem to stop in mid air
The light comes to a stop
The light starts to dim
And the rest of space seems to fall back into place
The stars start to flicker at their normal brightness again
The clouds stay away out of awe
The planets seem to enjoy the show just like an audience at
a magic show
The magic dims more
The light is then gone as fast as it appeared
But the magic of the cosmos and the galaxy continues

From Neelesh:

Far away it feels like
a cluster of rocks packed together.
Someday the stars
will die out
but when will the time come?
Whenever light is there
and sky is clear,
they
will always make a wonderful pair.

The
stars are so bright that I have to cover my eyes
as I look
beyond the dazzling light.

From Gene:

Away from our planet right past from our sun,

Take a look at the views far from everyone.

Disappeared from the solar system and from the stars they are so numerous,

Away from the colourful galaxies and we have travelled to the end of our
universe.

Isn’t it wonderful isn’t it beautiful,

Makes you wanna relax and instantly slows your pulse,

Then it gets in your head and you get so chaotic,

The fact the universe is so big and you yourself are nanoscopic.

What if the universe itself is small and something larger is nearby,

What if a threat takes over for resources and we all might (die!).

But if it happens it happens, no need to strife,

Be like a star, look on the bright side and get on with your beautiful life.

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