In recent creative writing clubs, we’ve been working on poetry written from the perspective of an object or thing. Here are two examples
My journey begins in a palm,
I hear feet stomping on the ground.
I bloom in the depths of the soil,
cold, damp.
I flourish in the eye of the beaming sun,
The glorious rays blind me.
Droplets stream down my face.
A steady beat.
Drip, Drop.
I am their greatest pride,
A symbol of love.
An immaculate beauty,
When seen by one’s eye.
Beautiful, ornate.
I watch the children frolic
In the glistening green grass.
Freedom, what a brilliant thing.
A great friend I will never know.
Liberty, fun.
I watch while I can,
Before my time comes.
Neglected, death.
By Katherine, Year 8
I was formed in the
Fiery depths of a bubbling volcano.
Burning heat and molten rock
Merged to make
Me
Ice ages came and fell
I am thrown into the rolling depths
Of the churning ocean
My corners curved
Sharp edges chiselled away
Split into tiny pieces
Then the sea drew away, continents formed
And left me
Stranded like a fish on land
On a dry beach
Where you pick me up
Put me in your pocket
Carry me
Drop me
Somewhere far away.
By Tilly, Year 8
