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year 6 poetry |
The following are examples of year 6 poetry based on shakespeare's Macbeth.
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The Heath
Mist blurred my vision
Pressure of guilt made my legs ache,
Barely able to stand,
Cut, deep to my heart.
Visions of sadness made me stumble.
Night screamed in pain at terrible sights,
Remembering the dead or the dying,
The vulnerable killed in a fearsome battle.
Swirling vultures pecked Knights’ amour,
In their beaks
Thin air and blood,
The taste of hunger made them starve.
Horses lying still,
Killed in this terrible battle,
The moon crying at the sight of the dead,
And the stars sighing in their shame.
Lightning forks like adders departing,
Into the frosty, misty air,
Dusk breathing,
Night howling.
Sarah Krauze
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The Heath
Screams of pain Macbeth does hear.
Blood can’t be taken from a battle scene.
The weary, bruised hero
Descends from the nightmare
Of watching fellow companions
Fall to their doom.
Guilt infects him like a venomous bite
Making him think of all he’s slaughtered.
Mist covers the evil three
Where Macbeth’s fate does lie.
Darkness wraps around him,
Not even the sky can tolerate his sight.
The rain trickles down his face
Tasting of his own blood,
As a storm roars over.
On perseveres the wounded hero.
Three figures revealed
Each of them as old as time.
Three straggly, deformed figures
Chanting in the open storm,
Foretelling the hero’s fate
Before turning into shadows
And gliding through the wind.
Alexander Earle
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The Heath
Silence and exposure threaten me.
As I stride knee deep through motionless bodies,
Death lurks overhead, watching me like a hawk.
Colossal rocks are curiously shaped,
Naked trees scrabble at my clothes,
Echoes of soldiers wailing in quiet anguish float from distant
battle.
Stench of heroism creeps into my lungs,
The remains of a polluted river trickle beneath me,
Or is it something else entirely?
Guilt licks my face as my heart gives an agonizing lurch,
I gasp as I remember visions of the dead or the dying,
The vulnerable killed or waiting to depart this life.
The sun cries at the sights and rapidly shuts its eye,
The clouds create a protective layer,
I can only wish to be anywhere but here right now.
Faye Batten
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The Heath
Dampness touched faces,
The sky was quick with sudden glares,
The earth engulfed in gloomy darkness.
Shapes faded into contorted shapes,
Swords clattered making loud echoing sounds.
Suddenly loud lightening crashed into the
Horrific war.
Macbeth was exhausted, ready to shut down,
His sword arm whirling and beating like a
Wind mill.
Macbeth fought for his king.
There lies the muddy battle ground,
With foot prints of the dead.
I could taste victory for Macbeth.
Asaan Hussain
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The Heath
The sky couldn’t bear to open its eye,
At the sight of the heath.
The mist swirled,
Blinding all living.
Water filled with tears,
Turns a deep shade of crimson.
The unbearable stench of friends
Killed in a fearsome battle.
Warriors still living,
Grabbing at your ankles.
Screaming, a slice from a sword, then silence.
Vultures swirling and diving to the ground,
Moaning.
Flies swarming on Knights,
And the whimper of injured horses,
Crying soulful tears.
Sadness overcame the soldiers,
As they stood and wept blood.
Those dead, motionless,
Those alive, motionless,
The world standing still.
Trees limp and horrified,
Bushes still as stone.
Bats quiver,
As the frosty night begins.
Silence overwhelming.
Charley
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The Heath
The smell of blood fills my lungs
Screaming echoes fill my mind
Swords clatter in the distance.
The black sky shoots lightning
Flashing onto the ground
Gloomy mist covers the heath
Three hooded mysterious figures
With cobwebbed hair, daggered fingers,
Cast their evil magic
At my side Banquo bangs his drum
As though in agony,
Stumbling over blood stained grass.
Lewis kings Wheatley
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