Matariki is still in our skies and we have even more wonderful poems to share from our Heathcote Valley writers.
Star Boy
I talk to him
with a smile on my face.
His eyes shimmer
like they’re made up
of tiny stars.
Blue curves of acrylic paint
with a beady black
pupil.
“Follow me,” he says,
as he walks into
the distance.
We end up in the spot.
What spot?
His spot,
my favourite spot.
Here, the pebbles
in the ground,
are all stars.
Water surrounds the island
of pebbles with only a wooden bridge
to get there.
He claps his hands,
a star-shaped ring on
his finger.
A short lady runs
across the bridge
with a tray of
fresh cookies in hand,
star-shaped
with curved edges
I take a bite and it
melts on my tongue.
His eyes are still
stars.
Amie H Year 8
Our blinding stars
As ordinary as colour but as special
as the sun, nine stars
shine blindingly
back at our
blue and
green
ball.
Seth M Y8
Stormy disguise
Wind blows my steamy breath
my bare feet
crunch the frost
that covers the lake shore
Clouds cover the moon
the deathly black
laps at my toes
I plunge and the cold
pulses in my ears
I float weightlessly
a gust of
bone-chilling air
thrusts the dark shadows aside
I am bathed
in sparkling water droplets
Holly N Year 8
SHOOTING STAR
Spheres of light glisten across
the black empty sky
while people
stare out of
windows,
see
a glowing ball
flying across the
night sky, its triangle tail
shooting through a sea of spheres.
Seth M Year 8
Little Blue Star
Strolling along the
Crispy, crunchy sand
Coming across a little
Bright, blue star as if
It has fallen from up above
The cooling breeze drying out the poor thing
Gently, my father picks it up
And tosses it into the deep blue
Up, up, up high in the sky
Tiny sparks of light shine upon the sea
Like there is a firework show
Projecting onto the water
Connie J Year 8
Universal Puzzles
I get out my black pen and
my dot-to-dot book.
As the pen touches upon the first
dot, a star appears in the sky.
The beginning of time.
The tip of the pen glides
on the paper, and a phantom
path of transparent soul
weightlessly swirls through
the inky nothingness and
illuminates another star,
and another,
and another.
All of cosmos watches
and waits.
Even as I close my book,
the universe unfolds.
Sian W, Year 8
When stars fall
When stars fall
do they shatter
into millions of tiny shards?
Do they split the earth in half
and come out the other side
of the sky where they belong?
Do they sit where they land
in the cold winter sand
waiting to go back home?
When stars fall, where do they go?
Ariana B, Year 8
Fireworks
As I run
across the field
sprinting past dark daisies
Boom!!!
Stars fall down
like fire balls.
big bright lights
at night.
Elyssa Harris Year 6 HVS
Artwork
Light yellow dots
being painted
in the night sky.
A warm feeling
makes me smile
with happiness.
Elyssa Harris Y6 HVS
The single star
At the peak
of a mountain
a single star
rises into the black sheet
of darkness
It glints
as if it were winking
A bright dot
in this lonely world.
Lauren McCauley Y 7
Ceiling stars
When stars are contained
in a tiny room
they fly high
and dance around
the bedroom light
Elsie Knowles Y6
Motion
You may feel motionless
But you’re on a planet
Spinning while orbiting
A star that’s orbiting
A galaxy speeding
Through the cosmos.
Jamie Irwin Y7
The Heathcote Valley School Writers meet once a week with Write On tutor, Gail Ingram. If you would like a writers' workshop in your school in the Canterbury region be in touch. We also offer Online Studios for schools across the motu.
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