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SHOWCASING THE POETIC PASSION OF OUR CREATIVE WRITING STUDENTS

In Year 10 Creative Writing, we have been exploring poetry, particularly as a form of performance and expression, ideally unmoored from immediate, easily defined meaning. We have looked at sound poetry, SLAM, performance poetry, surrealism, and postmodern works, all with a focus on sound over sense. 

For their assessment, students had to perform and then explain their work to their peers. The poetry was of an exceptionally high standard - weird, intimate, powerful, and imaginative. 

Dr David Dick

Creative Writing Teacher

Here are some very, very brief excerpts from their writing.

The couch that was shared,

Until it was torn into chairs.

Roman Rossi-Dunn, Year 10

But no walks walks the roads,

Ignorant of iridescent stars that illuminate the sky

Allegra Nicola, Year 10

Planets turning in a rhythm I can’t feel

Light flickers in the darkness

Angelica Kutiepova, Year 10

January?

Was it a dream, or a backward blink?

Time unravels like thread from a sweater no one’s wearing

Angelina Kaminsky, Year 10

Brightly-patterned chudidhars

Accentuating gemstone bindis

Softly fitted leggings

Madhuvanthi Krishnamurthy, Year 10

Unknowing of each other’s tongue

We, sat

We, played

The shattering, fracturing of transpicuous shards

Avani Kulkarni, Year 10

My stache

It’s short in stature

But he’s still there!

He’s my peach fuzz, my bum-fluff, my crumb catcher, my fuzzy caterpillar, my lip sweater, my nose bug, my soup-strainer.

And leave him along!

Lucas Radford, Year 10

Emotionlessly, empathetic, of the Nemesis system

Emparting on myself of my own selfish wisdom

Xavier Madeira, Year 10

The serendipitous nebula galvanizes an ethereal labyrinth

As vibrant Chimeras effortlessly illuminate echoes

Owen Lewis, Year 10

2.31

It’s nearly silent,

The rain outside slow down leaving the ground wet with reflective puddles

Dr Dick drinks

Corner boy still eyes stuck to his screen

Tara Geehman, Year 10

Glamour peels like old paint, slipping bones beneath sequins

Pin-up smiles stretched thin, their edges curling like smoke

Promises, brittle as celluloid, crumble in backroom callings

Mia McMahon, Year 10

She won’t be the quiet girl in the corner,

She won’t let fear dictate her story,

Because every spittle of hate just fuels her fire

Leah Cohen, Year 10

Confetti during the concert end

Nostalgic memories of your youth,

Freshly shaved legs in bed sheets,

Sweet treats satisfying a sweet tooth

Monique Fleming, Year 10

The memories alive in the leaves falling quickly and forgotten in a glimpse

Winter–

Frost fills the air

Shelley Gordon, Year 10

Whose establishments are discolored, oxidized and unpracticed by fabrication

Whose poverty, and fragments seek charity for infringement, a once providential town is now run by paraphernalia 

Stella Peacock, Year 10

Sweet 16 isn’t all that sweet as girls were raised to believe. Who knew it contained awakened nights staring at the ceiling trying to put the puzzle pieces of your future together.

Violet Loquet, Year 10