This week, the College Creative Writing Club enjoyed a writing workshop. The workshop was based around a session run by Owen Sheers at last year’s ‘Beyond Human’ festival and incorporated a series of prompts to elicit writing about place. Fiona. W in Y13, also applied her learning from our last poetry reading (in which we discussed lexical fields) to really bring the classroom, B12. There are so many meaningful references to writing here, well done Fiona!
Tables and chairs run along the floor like lines of poetry, the rhythm dictated by the assonance of wind rushing through the door. Walls of misty blue, rhyme with the gentle creaking of the radiator, turned up to melt the asterisks of frost glazing the windows through repetition. Children with blushed cheeks half-covered by scarves stumble in, breaking up the orderly queue as if it were enjambment. My line to leave. But first, I peel off a picture on the wall, decades-old blu-tac breaks and pops, sounding like plosives. Photographed, is my first class, the class of two thousand and two, mirroring the children currently seated before me, the class of two thousand and twenty. My hands clasp the files of seating and lesson plans as my shoes lead me out onto the snow-smothered ground. Onto my next stanza.