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
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
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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