Monday, 11 April 2011

Day 308: Zombie poetry...

So, today, I thought I'd post up a little poem I wrote the last time I went in and helped the Year Fives at Saltford Primary. I am by no means a poet, but it's fun just to play around with words and ideas, not to make anything important out of it, but just to get your creative juices flowing, you know?

In class Cliff Yates, the poet (see Day) asked the class to write down a thing (like a fish or a tennis ball) and then briefly describe it. I wrote 'A Piano: melodies played on black and white keys.'

Then we jumbled them all up so the things were in one pile and the descriptions were in another. Cliff read them out in a random order and then we wrote a poem with one word and one description. This is what I wrote:

TV is the walking Dead

It sits, still
unchanged by its endless dribble
that leaks from its front in
cyan, magenta, yellow and black.

Its eye shines,
lighting up the living room
with flickers and flashes at night.
Watching, unblinking, alive but not living.

It moves unbalanced from sports fields
to deserts. From dog rescue centres
 to streets of shoppers.
Unaware, unchanged, not caring one bit.

You sit, still
in front of it now, transfixed
by its stare, without thought or care.
Its drawing you in, beware.

Try it yourself and see what you can come up with. Here's some other ideas we put together to start you off:
- A piano that snorts and stinks.
- Frost is something you write with.
- A flame thrower jumps from tree to tree.
- A pen is someone that looks out for you and helps you when you're stuck.

Could any of these inspire your creative work today?

1 comment:

The Blobbert said...

Not a poet huh. Seems pretty good to me.