Friday, June 8, 2012

Some writing by one of my 9-year old pupils

Nine o'clock Beauty

A Saturday evening, the day of my year: beautiful, extraordinary, superb in every single detail. The trees swaying in the light, soothing wind, my Dad lying there in front of me almost asleep like a baby with toy rabbits on top of him as a joke. The waves in the pool rapidly repeating again and again, the stars like bright spots scattered on a black body. Lamp posts as gloomy and still as a startled rabbit in the middle of the road. The lamp above the patio with a curtain, creating an Indian palace for worshipping the night gods.


Quick note: He was working on this before the lesson started - it is very much his own work, written to capture a wonderful moment, and not much influenced by school or by me. I helped him keep the structure and encouraged him to think about rhythm - that's all.

6 comments:

polkadotpeticoat said...

He did amazing you should be so proud.....bravo!!
He may have a real calling as a writer....

Betty said...

What beautiful thoughts he has put down, hope he will take this home to his mum - it's worth keeping in the family vault!

Jane and Chris said...

The guy is way beyond his nine years.
Jane x

Pom Pom said...

Hi Floss! Oh, that IS wonderful! Our brains are good detail watchers and children seem to put just the right words on their observations, don't they? So poetic! Bravo for that young poet!

Pearly Queen said...

So talented. Hope he keeps it up.

Angela said...

Such pieces make all the efforts of teaching SO worthwhile. Well done for YOUR input, Floss!