Σάββατο, 2 Απριλίου 2011

Poetry

The Door

Go and open the door.
Maybe there's a dog rummaging.
Maybe you'll see a face,
or an eye
or the picture
of a picture.(.....)
Go and open the door.
Even if there's only
the darkness ticking
even if there's only
the hollow wind
even if
nothing
is there
go and open the door.
At least
there'll be
a draught


Miroslav Holub (1962)




The poem was given to 9-10 year olds to read and then start their own under a new title (The open door)

Here are some (only a couple of names and ages)



The open door


Go and open the door
Maybe ther's a golden shimmering treasure chest
shining with three suns,

Go and open the door
Maybe there are sticky sweet houses
maybe there are green and black tigers
that smell of blossom,

Go and open the door
There might me five silver
moons,

Go and open the door,
Maybe there's another city
outside in the world
go and open the door



Amelia



The open door


Go and open the door
Maybe there's a small bungalow with shattered windows
or a snake with one blazing red eye.


Maybe there's a mysterious smell of vinegar
mixed with strawberries in a dark corner.

Go and open the door,maybe there's a dark hole going down for hundreds of metres,
maybe there's even a soft hiss coming from the hole.

Maybe there's a golden sword lying on the floor,
maybe there's faint footsteps slowly getting louder.

Maybe there's a mask with a hypnotic gaze.

Go and open the door.
Maybe there's nothing behind the door,
well,at least that's something


Ross


The open door



Go and open the door
Maybe outside there's a golden yacht
shimmering in the sun.


Maybe there are two bright moons
like eyes staring down at the earth.

Maybe ther's a unicorn
pacing the High Street at midnight.


Maybe there's aterminator
Who is shy and prefers dandelions to death.

Maybe there's a talking telescope
That could keep me company at school


Declan



The open door


Go and open the door
Maybe outside there's another city
With  tower blocks that touch the sky.

Maybe there's a cat slinling
Along a brick wall.


Maybe there's akettle
Whistling a tune to itself.

Maybe there's a lamppost
Bending down to tickle
A tree's toes.....




Phoebe





I have been working in schools for a really long time but this was a revelation......










1 σχόλιο:

  1. ...ready to "open the door"
    so many vivid pictures, full of a variety of feelings, I can see the pictures, I can hear the sounds, I can smell the vinegar, the strawberries! I want to open the door!
    These kids do know how to raise one's curiosity and urge to Dare!

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