Tuesday, 3 June 2014

The Curioseum

The Russley Writers' Club discovered a brilliant new book, The Curioseum, which is a collection of short stories and poems by New Zealand authors. The writers each chose an item from Te Papa museum and used it to inspire a story or a poem. You can listen to some of them read their work here: The Curioseum

Our Russley Writers took up the challenge to write their own creative piece of poetry or prose, inspired by a curious object. I took in an old pocket-watch, a book of poetry, a florin (coin) and a German dictionary which was given to my grandfather while he was in a Prisoner of War Camp during World War 2.

Here are the imaginative pieces from some of our writers...


Russley Writers' Curious Objects

Bang! Clatter!
I’m made.
1962 has a new florin in town

I’ve met up with my million relatives.
I’m thrown in a big sack.
The top opens
thousands of my relatives
start screaming.
As they go away from me
tears start to roll down
my surface.

As 46 years have passed
I’ve nearly been around every shop
but one
antique store.

I see a person walking in
through a small crack
in the cash register
He purchases a pound of butter
he hands over five dollars
the register opens
I’m handed over to the man.

He walks straight over the road
and into the antique store.
He looks at me and I look back
I’m put on the shelf
as an antique.

by Riley G

* * *

I AM THE GREAT OLD BOOK

I’m old
a great old book
I’m thin
the front of me is bent
I was published in Great Britain
my spine is getting wrecked
and turning light green
edges coloured with pinky purple
and cream

by Holly

* * *

I was born in 1962
in a factory
sent to the queen
then a boy

who happened to be skipping along
past a dairy
he handed me in
to a black container

Ding!

It was dark and cold
finally I was brought into the light
then put into a cosy
leather wallet.


by Quinton

* * *

THE COIN

Born 1962.
Queen Elizabeth the second on the side.
A kiwi on the other.

One florin
1962 New Zealand.

Which side is tails?
Which side is heads?

The bird is tails.
The head is the Queen.

The coin belongs to
New Zealand.
It has been to England.

The coin was once
glistening.

Now the coin is
very, very old
and drab.

by Brayden

* * *

The soldier’s watch

looks like a circle
the back is green
with silver sparkles

sounds like guns
banging very loud

feels sad in the heart
missing family

smells like gunpowder


by Mitchell

* * *


There once was a silver coin
born 1962
in New Zealand.
He was one in a million
a florin.
Every time it passed a new object
he would suck it in
to his picture
on the side.
The picture would come to life.

by Ben M

* * *

Understanding German

The old tattered spine
has string falling out.
Nowhere to go but on a book shelf. 
Should it be in a museum or
should it be in a house?
My prisoner of war number will
always will be remembered .

by Azryn 

1 comment:

  1. Wow what emotive poems! I am really impressed with how well you implied what item you were in these poems for me to work out or infer. Mrs Fowler

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