Wednesday, March 3, 2010

More creative writing

My young writer's group meets on Tuesday afternoons. Technically I "lead" it, but as you can see from their writing, there is quite a bit of talent already there. One student's work is featured here, and I added my little poem beneath hers. The theme was "falcons" if you couldn't guess. (borrowed internet images)

This student will be known as "H.A. Frond" and writes The Knight.

The Knight by H.A. Frond/copyright 2010

The kingly falcon flies above
The whole sky as his realm
He reigns a tiger, not a dove,
Brave bird without a qualm

A veil lifted from his eyes,
Mighty bird takes flight
Wings his way unto the skies
A Deadly flying Knight.

With brightened eyes, keen and sharp
He searches for his prey
The beating of a tiny heart
The falcon's favorite prey

The warrior beats his feathered wings
His shoulders roll and flex
His piercing cry like a clarion rings
His talons come unclenched.

He plummets like a thunderbolt
His wings blot out the sky
Hears every foal and every colt
The fearsome falcon cry

Hidden beneath green leafy fronds
An unsuspecting shrew
Drinks from a peaceful hidden pond
Unknowing of his doom

Then, like an arrow, straight and true,
Shot from a hunter's bow,
the stern, quick knight comes from the blue
And opens every toe.

Quick as a flash the claws enfold
The lifeless body lies
In knightly talons made of steel
Taken to the skies

The spectacles by Jena Webber copyright 2010

Perfectly aligned with the prey on the ground
Charged a falcon at the speed of sound

Nothing could hold back this magnetic attraction
The mouse is the charge, the falcon the action

Swirling and diving toward the epicenter
of this hurricane of offense, talons at center

Down below, an unsuspecting mousy creeps
Collecting nuts and daisies, making little peeps

Look up little mousy! Poor little chap!
In his demise today? What a slap!

Just when all hope seems lost
Little mousy peers up, counting the cost

Thinking quickly, not assuming his demise
reaches into his satchel and seeming very wise

Pulls out his spectacles in full gleaming sunlight
blinded that old avian carnivore in full speedy flight

Instead of landing on his prey
he crashed into a rock instead
all the mice came out to celebrate
and to cut off his wicked head

To this day they have his talons
bronzed and hung up high
to warn potential attackers
that the mice here are not only spectacle-wearing
but very, very wise!


Herding Grasshoppers said...

Those are both wonderful!

I love how two writers went such different directions, given the same instructions.

Braley Mama said...

Great poems! I love yours. I love how it tells such a neat story. It could so be a movie.

Mrs. Parunak said...

I think it's so cool that you do the writing assignment, too. What a great approach to take with your group! I also found it interesting the two different directions the poems took. Good work, both of you!