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Year 4 have been writing poetry. We wrote the following poem together, after watching a film about a marrow being cut open:
HARVEST OF A MARROW
Rusty eyes.
The deadly knife splitting silently.
Its organs dripped out.
Its guts split open.
Slimy white flesh came oozing out,
spinning, splattered on the floor.
Snake slithering,
venomous green slime spat out.
Here is a selection of the poetry that the children wrote individually:
THE HAMSTER ASHES
My hamster turns to ashes.
His whiskers and his heart.
His bones on the bonfire.
His skeleton rustling eerily in my room.
His bloodshot eyes laying on the floor,
like blazing marbles.
The windowsill smoking,
and the smell of erupting ashes.
By M.A.
MY APPLE
My apple is as red as dripping cold blood.
It feels as slippery as a slithering snake,
a round shimmering moon.
It makes my tongue bitter cold as an ice cube.
It's as boring as watching grass grow.
By T.C.
MY JUICY FRUIT
Juicy as a red orange.
Tasty like a green kiwi.
Crunchy like a carrot.
Bitten hungrily in a big mouth,
dribbles juicy down my chin.
By J.D.
MY MOONLIGHT DOG
My dog turned into moonlight.
His light fur glitters and shines.
His teeth are tiny gems.
His claws are spiky stars.
His fur is as black as velvet,
his ears shimmering clouds.
His tail becomes an orange ring around Saturn.
His bark becomes an echo,
that will last forever more.
By E.D.
MY MIDNIGHT GORILLA
My gorilla turns into the evening sky.
His eyes the glinting moon.
His paws the planet no-one has discovered,
his teeth the vertices of the shimmering stars,
his glimmering fur the evening sky.
My gorilla turned into the evening sky tonight.
I wonder what he will be tomorrow?
By M.D.
THE APPLE
Red of burning lava.
Smooth as untouched paper.
Seeds attached by hard thick wood.
Odour of sweet watery perfume,
rolls into my bloodthirsty mouth.
As the deadly swords stab the poor apple of the shop,
he is swallowed into the deadly underworld.
His friends are sad on Remembrance Sunday.
By E.F.
MY ORANGE PUMPKIN
Smoky as an oven burning.
Seeds as spiky as vertices of the stars.
Mushy, orange slime,
tongue tickler,
spiky in my mouth.
My seedy orange, tongue tickle, spooky pumpkin,
sitting in the yellow shining sun.
By O.H.
MY RABBIT
My rabbit's eyes glisten in the sunlight.
My rabbit's fur is as soft as a duvet.
My rabbit's face is unique.
You can hear her heart hopping from a million miles away.
By H.O.
MY DOLPHIN
My dolphin turns to ocean,
as calm as a summer's day.
His body is the waves lapping on the sand.
His back fin is the white bubbling foam.
His gleaming eyes are moonlight shining on the sea.
His fins are colourful darting fish,
playing in the water.
He went in a glimpse,
and is gone forever.
By K.R.
THE ISLAND CAT
My cat turned into an island.
His stalky legs are palm trees.
His glistening eyes are the shimmering sun.
His glinting canines are sharp roasting rocks.
His velvet body is the island,
and his mouth is the blazing volcano.
The trees grow ore.
The wind knocks on the door,
and my dreams curl up with a snore.
By H.Sh.
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