In Australasia we have been creating poems linked to our jungle topic. We discussed what makes a good poem and brainstormed lots of different ideas. We then thought about specific techniques that poetry uses to paint pictures in the mind’s eye.
After this, we spent quality time drafting and crafting our poems. The results were spectacular! It was amazing to read the sheer amount of creativity that exists in our brains!
Here is one particular poem (written by one of our promising poets) that we all found incredibly moving and evocative! We hope you like it.
As close as twins were we
but now it is just elephant me
stomping alone in the overgrown place
I wish you hadn’t gone without me.
I knew as the night glared
Something horrible at me stared
As we went home, you it shot, not me
so now it fills my eyes with tears
I look back on our memorial adventures
I wish you were here, old friend.
It is amazing how the jungle reacts
to such sad facts.
With snake-like ivy crawling up trees
and grass sticking up like spikes
The birds stop chattering
The monkeys stop giggling
This is no wonderland anymore