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Pupils from Holy Trinity Primary School who had six entrants: Masuma Sami, yr 6; Blu Hall, yr 3; Rosie McCrum; yr 3, Kayne Miller; yr5 |
It’s personal as prizewinning young poets express their feelings in magical words
YOUNG William Wordsworths and Philip Larkins recited their thoughts on the theme of “Magical Words” to an audience of hundreds.
The primary school poets read their work at a poetry in performance competition at Haverstock School in Chalk Farm last Tuesday.
Children’s writer and poet Michael Rosen presented awards to the best young poets.
Winners were Saoirse Anderson, from Primrose Hill School, for The Silent Sounds in the House, and Samsul Ullah, of Richard Cobden Primary in Camden Town, for Losing Mum.
The poems were selected from more than 1,000 entries.
Pupils from Carlton, Holy Trinity and St Silas, Primrose Hill, Rhyl, Richard Cobden, St Michael’s and St Paul’s schools took part in the annual competition, organised by LINCCS, Camden’s Excellence in Cities Action Zone.
Nikki Haydon, director of LINCCS, said: “The poems were very personal this year. There was a lot of individuality in the way the children were expressing their feelings.
The Silent Sounds in the House
”No slam of the door,
No scream of the baby,
No screech of the floor,
No-one saying ‘Hello, lady’,
No more does the tiger roar,
I miss my voice.
I miss the church bell.
But all you see is people walking around
With chalkboards to speak on.
Saoirse Anderson - Year 5 Primrose Hill
Anger
Anger feels like a volcano ready to
Explode with fear.
Anger is like a raging bull
With a puff of smoke
Bursting with tears while the sun comes down,
Raging on a rampage, reckless,
relentless
As it destroys everything,
Smelling like a dead Scottish bird laying on the ground rotting.
Anger tastes like mouldy blue cheese.
The colour of anger is red,
A flame of fire leading to a path to Hell.
Anger is like the sound of thunder and lightning,
Like God shouting.
Anger is just like me.
Freddie Fitzsimmons - Year 6 Carlton
Winter
Winter glided mystically over Prince of Wales Road
Turning branches into icicles
Snow trickling from his face.Winter spiralled dizzily round houses.
The howling wind brushed his hair.
He froze the roads and people.Winter froze at the shining, sparkling sight.
What a great time!Winter crept round Haverstock quietly.
Winter gasped at the Christmas tree.Winter gasped because of Haverstock’s warmth.
He melted and he knew the children were cared for.
Kayne Miller - Year 5 Holy Trinity and St Silas |
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