Here's a poem about rivers, to follow up the last one.
Running from the hills
Like a magnet
Fleeing from its opposite pole,
They follow the shapes in the land.
Can their fears be
Washed away?
They grow inevitably as they
Flow from the source
And try to leave behind
The past.
Only if they come together
Will a few reach the goal.
The others must wait.
And the next one will have something to do with the sea.
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This blog has been created by four pupils at Islay High School.
We are currently studying Higher Still English and are working on a Unit focusing on creative writing. The aim of this blog is to keep a record of our writing and thinking process, but also to encourage feedback from people regarding our creative process.
We hope that you find this entertaining and insightful!
We are currently studying Higher Still English and are working on a Unit focusing on creative writing. The aim of this blog is to keep a record of our writing and thinking process, but also to encourage feedback from people regarding our creative process.
We hope that you find this entertaining and insightful!
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1 comment:
On the first reading I really wasn't too sure of this. However, after reading it again I like the feeling of despair that you have created (hopefully that's intentional!). It feels too short though, but maybe that's deliberate to reinforce the message. A nice follow up to the first poem. Looking forward to reading them as a collection
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