Y6 Concrete Poetry
Imagine a staircase going up to an old attic.
What might we find in the attic?
Imagine a staircase going down to a dank cellar.
What lurks below?
The Y6 pupils were asked to discuss with their partner and list the things that have been left there for ages.
They were then read a poem in the shape of a staircase- "Concrete Poetry"!
Templates were given out to the whole class who then had to use the ideas previously discussed to fill in the staircase. The templates were just a way of getting the pupils to put their ideas in draft.
An example of the template.
The pupils were then encouraged to take away any unnecessary words. And then write!
Up in the attic
And down in the cellar
Old bats hanging on beams
A hole in the rooftop
Black and white photo's
Letters of love
Ghostly noises
An unwanted scream
(and.. something's ... stirring!)
Down in the cellar
Stained blood on the walls
Axe stuck in wood
Bones piled high
No sunlight allowed
Old record player
Still playing
Glass, eyeball filled, all staring
Ashley Davies Y 6
December 7th 2004
Up in the attic
(And something's stirring)
Old cranky saw with rusty edges
An antique engagement ring
Clothes as old as the war
Moulding shoes
Family photos
Smelling rug
Down in the cellar
Old rocking chair
More moulding shoes
Christmas cards
An old ink pen
Splintered wardrobe
A portrait
(And ... something ... breathing..)
Becky Copeland
Y 6 December 7th 2004
Concrete Poem
(Up in the attic and something's moving)
Nothing there to make a sound
Spiders running round
Books with faint words
Old pots of paint
Dust lies over old boxes
Bats and birds fly
Up in the attic
(Down in the cellar)
Rats walk around
Creepy sounds
Candle lit
But still dark
Model of an ark
Everything is wet and damp
On the table an old brass lamp
(And there' s ....something ...breathing)
Rachael Powell Y6
Y 6 December 7th 2004
Concrete Poem
Up in the attic
Old broken clock stopped 6.30
Lot's od dirt aged 30
Loads of clothes all ragged and dirty
Spiders creep around
(There's something shining up in the attic)
Down in the cellar
There's something in there
People fear it
Breaking everything
Smash giant clash
Sleeps on a stair
(There's something else...)
Jack Dobson
Y 6 December 7th 2004
Concrete Poem
Up in the attic
A sound with a difference
Old floor boards creak
Soundlessly
Boxes sit alone
Bats fly
Down in the cellar
Old paint pots
A very tight draft
Blows the pine door
Stone steps echo for help
Climbing down
To find a torch
Liam Chamings
Y 6 December 7th 2004
Concrete Poem
Up in the attic
And find yourself sitting there in a surprise
You see the dolls heads move and blink their eyes
Cling! Clang!
Alcohol crawls out of the bottle
Heading for freedom
Bats flap around overturning bottles
Sucking flies
In the dust spiders make webs of suffocation
And down in the cellar
Hard stone stairs lead to a secret passage
You feel the wall but it's gone
Bat sounds flapping your face
Screams of help while spiders' suffocate
You fall to knees and beg for bleed
(The dust is the dark... and someone is still breathing)
Alice Whitehouse
Y 6 December 7th 2004