Pop in Poetry, Big Geekend 2015
How might it feel to dive into a painting? How would it look, sound, taste, feel and smell? Thinking about our 5 senses, we were inspired by the Museum's art collection and wrote poems. Thank you to all our participants. Here are the poems made during the workshop:
An eerie, damp, dark fortress lurking over the dark sea
The deafening screech of the gun lurked over the land below
A bitter taste of smoke covered the land
As quick s a flash all you could see was velvet grey
By Adam, aged 8
You can hear the waves crashing on the ship
It tastes salty and bitter
It feels cold
You can smell the salt in the waves
By Harry, aged 8
A picturesque view from the ledge of the hill, calling you to look at it
Flowers blooming at your feet in different shades of pink, purple and blue
The hissing of the otter trying to keep off his predators
The chirping of the birds, singing to each other
A taste of a feast, for an otter, of fish and blackberries
The soft muddy ground underneath your feet
Prickles against your hand as you pick the blackberries, the sweet taste exploding in your mouth
The silky fur of an otter at your fingertips as you bend down to touch him
The crisp air stroking your face
The winter smell of pine needles fills your nostrils
This is the perfect scene of a painting
By Sofia Lockwood, 11
I see the salty water and rocks at the bottom
I hear the small rocks falling in the water
Taste the salty air
I feel the smooth rocks
I smell the sea air
By Dylan, aged 7
Richly decorated lady
A mass of vanity and lace
A life of privileged indifference
Plain to see upon your face
By contrast a child no more than eight
Wears resignation beyond his years
Nothing instore but servitude
Too sad for even childish tears
The lady pets a bird in hand
A symbol of freedom now curtailed
One day Wilberforce would win
Where many men before had failed
By Grant, aged 40
A bull and a daddy
The wind and the bull snorting
Hot and sweaty bull breath
Soft fur
Cow poo, farmyard and grass
By Kaitlyn, aged 6
Exciting and green, it has life!
I would hear a racket
It tastes fruity
The tree would feel rough and the leaves would feel smooth
It smells like a jungle and animals are everywhere
By D'Arcy, aged 7
A slippery snake
The aye aye with his browny black haunting eyes
A monkey screeching
Birds flapping their wings
Wow look at the amazing colours!
The tree is rough
Strong perfume of flowers and the smelly monkeys
By Emma, aged 4, & Mummy
Wet girl is sitting on a rock by a Venus Pool with wet spray on her, and hot sunlight, and hot blue sky.
By Yolanda, aged 6
I like his eyes
A deep voice
Heavy coat
He smells of pipe smoke
By M-a-saurus, aged 6
Seashore
Craggy rocks
Rippling water crystal clear
Movement of water
Icy cold
Salty seaweed
By Sea-a-saurus
Full of colours, bright, lively, awake
Flapping and squawking of birds
Lively calls of baboons
Fizzy and hot
Rough texture of the bark
By Will, aged 10
I can see the flowers and I like the otter. It's very dark.
I would hear the wind rustling. I might hear gulping sounds and crunching.
I could have tasted the pollen.
Soft fur on the offer and sharp teeth. I could feel a slimy fish.
I could smell the fish and the lovely flowers.
By Lily, aged 7
