December: Poetry Writing with Year 8
Poetry Writing with Year 8
Caitlin thinks Jackie Kay
switched on the Blackpool lights.
No, I say, that’s Peter. Now tell me
one thing about your room.
Ellie glares from the back row
and Emily won’t meet my eye.
It’s the coldest day today
by far. The mountains are black in the dusk
but the lake is sunset, my arms are wings
and the water is fiery with frost.
I come from a town full of smackheads,
he tells us, but my house is boss.
If someone reads out
they’re showing you what’s in their heart
and you must respect it.
I come from the forest, she says,
I come from the back of the co-op
and the sea is a road
and the moon is a candle. Miss,
no-one plays music in our house.
No-one leaves home
unless home is the mouth of a shark
and I’m lost, my street is dark.
and I come from the sea,
I come from pizza,
from chicken nuggets, I come from
the Xbox and telly
I come from a town of useless parents
and on the North Sea, the waves are roaring.
The seagulls are children, crying
and though the stars are shining
there’s nowhere to shelter from the rain.
This is what’s in my heart
and you should respect it.
I come from silence, he says.
It’s the only music I hear.