Creative Writing Club
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STUDENT REPORT
Alice in Watfordland
And Alice jumps –
To Watford from Wonderland.
Now she is real, no longer mere imagination.
In disbelief, she pinches (and hurts) her hand.
Delighted, she swaps her blue and white dress,
For a uniform navy and yellowy ‘gold’,
Picks up her books and waits for the bus,
And so to the grammar school she is enrolled.
Panting and embarrassed she reaches school late.
Her tardiness does not impress.
“It was the bus driver... a white rabbit.
He is always late!” Alice does profess.
PE is first and she plays rounders outside.
Tweedledee and Tweedledum lead the way.
They bowl and Alice tries a backhand,
She enjoys it almost as much as croquet
Inside she finds a funny little device.
Curiosity makes trouble for her again.
She examines the mobile phone and when found
By the Queen of Hearts, her excuses are in vain.
Lunchtime, and Alice rushes to the canteen.
Famished, she chooses something hearty.
Now she wonders where to sit and spots
The Mad Hatter, so joins his crazy tea party.
She is new, and feels as if she has taken a sip
Out of the bottle which makes you small
But as each year goes by she’ll have some cake
So by the time she leaves she will be strong and tall.
And of course, Alice could not possibly
Have come all the way from Wonderland,
But that does not stop us from imagining,
Or else would our days not be terribly bland?
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A Modern Sonnet from Mother Nature
I write this sonnet humans just to you
For whom I, Mother Nature, built this Earth
And carefully erected all I knew
Would give you comfort, joy, content and mirth.
I first decided that you needed air.
I made an unpolluted atmosphere
As clean and fresh you could not find elsewhere.
Such air – twas hard – but I did persevere.
To decorate and make it a good sight
And give you breath of life I created trees.
In rainforests and woods I thought you might
Find rest when times are hard and be at ease.
Resources I made next for you to use
Including gas and oil and fuel and coal,
which I did not realise you would abuse.
I believed to truly have reached my goal.
But you repay me in a horrendous way
Like Parasites; you make my Earth decay.
Breathe in,
And see the darkness from under the glare
Of the spotlight under which you stand
Like moths to which the bats’ gazes flock,
The dinner bell preceding the feast.
Breathe in,
And taste the film of trepidation in the air
That turns your mouth to cotton and tongue to stone.
Whilst you lull the words over and over in your mind,
In a panic known only to yourself.
Breathe in,
And hear the intake of breath that warns the crowd
That the choreographed clamour is about to begin.
As lips peel away from each other into distinctive curves
That reveal a row of pearls that lie beneath.
Breathe in,
And feel the pianist’s fingers as they linger
Over the keys in electric excitement.
The calm that descends upon you like a tidal surge,
That transforms your worries and fears and doubts to dust.
Breathe in,
And sing.
Poets Laureate Poets Laureate Poets Laureate
Senior Poet Laureate: Lara Farrow
13C
Middle School Poet Laureate:
Anisha Mehta 10A
Year 7, 8 and 9
- if you enjoy writing your own stories and want to see
them published in Perspective magazine, come along with your lunch and some
ideas for a good story!
Monday Lunchtime LC4 - 1.15pm
