The Russley Writers' Club went on a ginko. A ginko is a walk with haiku writers, usually held at the start of a season or at a special time in a season. The poets usually walk in silence, taking in their surroundings, making notes of the words they collect along the way.
Here are some of the poems our writers created when we returned from our poet's walk. Olivia's acrostic poem was one of my favourites. As well as being a poet, Olivia is a talented netballer, and I loved the fact that she fitted netball perfectly into her Autumn poem!
Autumn leaves flying down gracefully
Unpredictable leaves are falling
Turning different ways
Umbrellas have Autumn colours
More leaves to fall
Netballers have Autumn spirits
flying
around the court like fluttering leaves
by Olivia
The leafy smell of Autumn is here
The leaves crackling through the wind
They’re twirling, gliding, down to the
ground
Smooth as a baby’s cheek
As I roll through the frosty leaves
Autumn is colourful and bright
Unique leaves
Trees are swaying
Uncontrolled leaves falling
Minty leaves spiralling to the ground
Nothing left on the trees
by Kaitlin
Autumn is bone chilling and damp
the leaves tear off the unfit branches
but out of all the chances
the rain pounds down
and drowns all the town
roads are abandoned
as people are stranded
raging rivers all around
are full of muck and cover the ground
the clouds are grey
and they box in the city
it’s soaked outside
which is such a pity
By Ben H
Autumn is mostly
bleak
Unless it’s not cold
wear a jacket
The wind howls
like a thousand wolves
Unlimited leaves
are dying
More leaves die
No leaves survive
By Ben T.
The frozen leaves falling
from fire breathing trees
crackling under my bare feet
flowing through the air like a lonely angel.
That’s autumn to me.
by Ben M
from fire breathing trees
crackling under my bare feet
flowing through the air like a lonely angel.
That’s autumn to me.
by Ben M
I just loved Olivia's Autumn poem, especially the line "unpredictable leaves are falling" and likening them to netballers turning this way and that to get the ball. Very clever and beautiful to read.
ReplyDeleteWhat inspiring poetry. It makes me wish I had the chance to write more poetry when I was at school! Olivia, how clever for you to include your love of netball into your work. It made me wonder if we should change the colour of the Silver Fern's uniform!
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