Sally Bavage writes:
A sunny and
bright morning greets the Weetwood Primary School poetry assembly, hastily
re-arranged in the intimacy of the classroom after the blight of snow that
scuppered earlier plans. Year 5 – some
as young as nine, some as 'old' as only ten – have been studying the poem The
Listeners by Walter de la Mare. It complements the work on a gothic theme
that they have been working on this term – and we certainly got atmosphere
dripping from every line. Poets extraordinaire!
Mr Inglesias, headteacher, commented on the project
as a whole: “Brilliant! The creative
arts have an impact on the whole child, and this work supports a robust
curriculum that we offer here to prepare a child for life.” As Joanna Parker, the class teacher in
charge of the development of English, echoed: “This work is very valuable. It's an opportunity to work with a published
author and discuss the power of language and the writing process. And it was fun!”
James Nash, the poet commissioned by Headingley
LitFest to deliver the poetry workshops, assisted by LitFest volunteer Rachel
Harkess once again, commented to all: “Drafting and redrafting – it is
valuable to learn that losing words may be a gain for the quality of the
writing. Sacrificing some, even favourite, bits may mean Less is More”. Yong Waters, teaching assistant also
agreed. “The children are loving it,
they are bursting with ideas and embracing an understanding of how to write,
and write better.”
The modern-day
Listeners – parents, school staff and LitFest volunteers – were treated to
poetry that was both “Powerful – and creepy!”
The work imagined the Listeners in the poem were the ghostly presence in
the house upon which door the Traveller knocked.
'The screaming
echoes in my ear'
'I am lying at
my grave'
'Caught between
two worlds, I look back at the graves'
'Scary dark
shadows, I see the Traveller, I wish for life'
'My family are
died, They died in this house, I saw my family in the shadows'
'I can't
breathe, Moonlight smites the door'
'I must listen
to the Man, Who must travel in the world of Men, And who looks so like father'
'My family stays
in my head, They never leave'
'The light of
the cold moon'
'Ghosts, neither
dead nor alive'
'I sit on the
stairs, listening and watching'
'I am isolated
from the rest of humanity'
'The dark
creaks'
'I am a phantom,
Lurking in my own house'
'I am history'
'They are
looking for me … am I dead?'
'It is night,
midnight, in the haunted house'
A refrain of 'It
got louder, and louder, and louder' makes one poem really sinister
'Leaving me
alone in the empty void I call home'
'I have been
blinded by the doubts'
'I watch as
everything fades … I fall'
… 'There is a
smell of rotting flesh, and some of old blood'
'I am trapped
between life and death, I hate Humans'
'The Listeners
watch me all the time with their black eyes'
'My vision keeps
on flickering … between two worlds'
'Owls hoot in
the swaying trees'
'The clock in my
heart doesn't tick any more, Had I fainted or was I dead?'
As one parent
commented afterwards: “This work is crucial for broadening horizons and
cherishing the art and importance of language.
Poetry is an art for that has so much to offer children and needs to be
supported.” Another contributed that
“Poetry helps give the children the experience of using words and language to
change their environment and engage with the world and society around them.”
Last word to the
young people themselves. When asked what
had been the best thing about the project:
Writing in poem
form
Using our
imagination
Getting our
brains going
Getting into the
world of the story
What will they
remember about this project?
Thinking about
the best vocabulary
Using
imagination
Show you've got
talent
Face your fears
-the more you do, the better you get
All the creepy
stuff!