Summer carnivals. The place I truly found myself, after all, I’ve been going to them ever since I was born. They attract me, like a fly drawn to light, but the last one I went to, is where I truly felt alive. As I said before, I’ve been going to Read more…
He smiles as I pick a petal from his ear, from the daisy upon it, as it gently grazes the grass we lie upon. The clouds slowly open like the gates of heaven, the sunlight floating through and landing on his hair, giving it a golden sheen. I look at Read more…
A summer’s day in 2050, Hannah needs supplies London’s as hot a Barcelona and the heat’s still on the rise. Wiping the sweat from her brow, Hannah steps outside Sees some kids up on the street (‘My God! They look fried!’) Upon reaching our future shops, Hannah enters smoothly Takes Read more…
A Sunday afternoon At my grandma’s kitchen table As she retells me her memories From her youth in Jamaica Youngest of seven Surrounded by family, land and sun Left when she was seventeen As I am now Listening to her recollect her best times The village was hers Surrounded by Read more…
By Mia Bains (18mbains@wghs.org.uk) To enter a poem for this theme e-mail t.dawkins16@wghs.org.uk When I think of you,I think in two ways;Firstly cold and impassive,Abstract from the realities of my future lifeSecondly hot and protective,My future life flits between my fingersLike elusive threads of gold,Far too fragile for my callous Read more…
I am lost within and lost without This identity of mine That I seek beyond me And seek foolishly Years of learning to love Books and films and music And language with no borders Only to realise my heart is some hoarder’s Who hoards all she loves Into a mind Read more…
How’s the job, future me? No school, no exams, no teachers I’m struggling to hear, Whether it be in a lab, a lectern, or our own little bakery: Simply happy and free, on 60K a year. Think of what we’d do with that, All the bonny things we’ll buy. That Read more…