National Poetry Day Winners - 2020 Keswick School

Every year, Keswick Rotary Club supports the poetry winners at Keswick School. Unfortunately, we could not hear them live this year, so are reproduced here for all to enjoy


National Poetry Day 2020

Year 7 Winner

Anna Hayes-Holden

Celestial Sky

In the sky,

In the dead of night,

The lamplights flicker orange.

The fireflies fly around them

Like a moth to a flame.

Everybody is asleep but me,

I’m out here in the dark.

The stars look more and more twinkly,

With every little spark.

A black inky sky hangs above me,

Only lit up by the moon.

It’s hard to believe that it used to be

An orange afternoon.

All the trees are gently blown

West towards the church,

The wind abducting the leaves

And taking them off their perch.

The earth was asleep,

And so was I,

Underneath the inky night sky.

National Poetry Day 2020

Year 8 Winner

Bea Rebanks

To See Without Eyes

Her. It was her. Her face so perfect, her smile so warm.

To see without eyes. Oh, don't feel bad for her,

She loves live as much as you do.

She doesn't just live in a black room, eyes shut, doors closed to the world,

She grasps life with both arms wide open,

She lives for the smallest things.

Her. It was always her.

It would always be her first to open the door with a smile, no matter who you were.

It was always her to try something new, to explore the unknown.

It was always her to meet new people, to make new friends, to see without eyes.

Oh, she didn't care what you looked like or how you dressed;

How could she? But that's what was special about her.

It was her, to lighten up the mood, to talk to when you're down.

To see without eyes.

Oh, there were no awkward silences or dirty glances across the room,

She had a heart of pure gold.

But gold is heavy and carrying it must be tiring.

And after all of this she did for us, what did we do back?

Stared awkwardly and laughed at the blind girl.

All because she couldn't see us.

National Poetry Day 2020

Year 9 Winner

Harvey Clark

The Vision

He came across a fortune teller,

Who listened to all he had to say.

She looked into his future,

And turned to him in dismay.

“Your death will soon be imminent,” she said.

He left with no more to say.

He thought to himself and wondered,

But who, but when, and in what way?

He decided he’d try to fight it,

To stay home for most of his days.

He’d do all he could to stop it,

To not catch death’s cold gaze.

It began to get quite lonely,

In his new solitude sort of haze.

He got quite a good idea,

He would go and get a pet today!

He took himself to the pet store,

And saw cats, coloured white and grey,

And dogs, brown, white and black.

But choosing one would be a problem - there would be some delay.

Eventually he picked a small cat,

A kitten; ginger, black and grey.

He bought a case to carry it around,

But it started to run away.

It ran across the road,

All the transport seemed to have driven away,

But as soon as the man tried to cross,

A car came out of nowhere and knocked him out of the way.

As the cat looked at the unfolding scene

It started to morph in a weird sort of way.

It became the old fortune teller,

And in a whisper, she had one thing to say.

“You can’t run from death.

It’ll get you some day.”

National Poetry Day 2020

Key Stage 4 Winner

Anna Bray

Swallow Sight

On an ordinary afternoon,

I saw a swallow dip and then flutter out of view.

That was the end of what I saw,

But the swallow, I thought, must see much more,

As it flits through countless other lives,

To watch, and learn, and listen.

It sees an ocean choked with waste;

A turtle encased in writhing twine of something other-worldly.

It screams for help but they can’t have heard.

If they had they’d have helped it; they wouldn’t just leave it.

It went unnoticed in plain view,

But the swallow saw and the swallow knew.

Now some people, barely living,

Strewn like rubbish on the streets with nothing for themselves.

A mother’s face beset with anguish,

With a darling child who had nothing but love.

It went unnoticed in plain view,

But the swallow saw and the swallow knew.

Next, the most horrendous roar,

As the ground below erupts and shatters, scattering men like ashes.

A heart stops dead. And another, and another.

Who is this helping to kill so many?

It went unnoticed in plain view,

But the swallow saw and the swallow knew.

Here, a child, with curious eyes,

On a lush green hilltop, all alone and looking to the skies.

The girl sees the bird and watches in wonder,

As the swallow flashes and darts around.

It told its story in plain view,

And the child saw and the child knew.

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