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Our Year 8 students to a trip to the historic St Albans Cathedral this May.  Making the most of the sunshine, students walked to the Cathedral where they met with Dan Simpson, the Cathedral's poet-in-residence.  Mr Simpson led a really engaging poetry workshop taking inspiration from the building, its history and its characters.

 

On Tuesday 25 May, Year 8 walked to the Saint Albans Cathedral to participate in a poetry workshop. It consisted of listening, writing and learning about poetry. The workshop was run by a poet Mr Simpson who explained that poetry is a art form in a different layout.  It was an engaging session which everyone enjoyed.

Hetty Drummond, Year 8 Christie

Students had the opportunity to write their own poems.  Here is a selection of wonderful poetry the children created inspired by our session with Dan Simpson:-

Religion is something you sit on,
You may stand on your legs,
Or sit down and believe.

Walk on and go down an unknown path,
Or stay with what you know and find satisfaction, 
No matter how far you run, You can sit down and stop.

And give up,
And give in to religion,
Stopping your path,
The rest of your life,
No longer on your journey.

A journey of which is life,
Life stops when you make a choice,
The choice to take a seat.

-    Harry Tonki
 

Cathedral Poem

The light guides the lost
It shines bright to banish the darkness
Those who receive the light are gifted with a clear path Those who don’t are forgotten and shrouded in darkness

The light shines at the highest peak
They who reach for the light fall the furthest They who don’t reach do not fall at all.

-    Tiago Guzadhur

- Kiki Porter

‘People are cancerous, dangerous and depressing. With pollution, poaching and the population, genocide and crime run the system. These barbarians batter and bruise our dear Earth -a place we took for granted- and rebelliously decimate their climates. Sooner or later we shall get only one outcome: demise.'

- Louis

- George Farmer

- K Rennie

Religion is an oppression of purity

It twists and turns Into a web of hope and want

It fills your body with a sense of longing and lust for something better

A life filled searching for an intangible hope

Such a longing for uniformity that twists into a lust for blood

Restoring your soul with a false hope

- E. Wakelin Smith

- Am Nozeer