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Irish Poet Connects Virtually with Students

Poet Beau Williams has been coming to Thornton Academy to run poetry writing workshops in Ms. Hefler's Honors Sophomore English for the past 6 years and even quarantine couldn't keep him away this year! On Friday, May 22nd, he did Zoom poetry workshops from his home in Dublin, Ireland, with two of her classes to help the students prepare their original poems for an upcoming poetry project. One of the writing prompts he gave the students was to write a poem about the first crowd they will be in once quarantine is over; he asked them to think about how they would feel, what they would smell, and what they would see. Beau also encouraged the students to use poetry to help them process the challenges of the current situation and to write about their hopes for the future.

 

Below are several poems written by Thornton Academy students, inspired by Mr. Williams' workshop. 

 

A Crowded Place

by Elise Soucy (class of 2022)

 

Sitting at the same desks,

surrounded by the same faces,

but nothing is the same.

The space between people has grown,

been stretch,

like the once tight-knit relationships formed between classmates.

Fear hangs in the air,

so thick and heavy

one could cut it with a knife.

Someone coughs.

Faces turn.

Masked faces tuck into sweatshirts.

They say knowledge is power,

but not I think

maybe ignorance would be bliss.

 

 

New and Old Habits

by Margaret Archibald (class of 2022)

 

One could smell the fear from a mile away.

The fear of one another 

being within six feet.

Our natural instinct of habit 

arguing with our new instilled awareness

of how fast bacteria can spread.

I've spent over eleven years in school

and never had a stranger turn around 

to go an alternate route simply 

to avoid my germs.

I've spent over eleven years in school 

and never wanted to turn around 

to go an alternate route simply 

to avoid someone else's germs.

 

 

Crowd

by Maya Judice

The trumpets blare from around the corner.

The drum beat rhythm reaches my core.

No one can help jumping up and down at this glorious sight.

Back and forth I move with the crowd,

no one can contain their excitement at this spectacle.

It’s not every day that you see the crisp uniforms,

the plumes on their heads,

the gold and silver instruments shining in the sun!

Today, the streets are filled with people,

waiting and watching to get a glimpse of the melody.

From around the corner, the drum majors come,

leading this band with a stick in his hand,

looking happy and proud.

I feel a push on my right,

then a push on my left.

Everyone is pointing and oooing and ahhhing.

The band comes into full view,

and the streets go berserk.

The performers burst out in the chorus.

My sister is shaking me,

Do you see that?

Do you hear that?

We stare out in awe.

Somehow, we become even more pressed together as the leader goes by.

I wave, but he can’t see me over all the others.

Next, come the big brass instruments,

with all of their horns shining like a star.

I can hardly keep my excitement contained!

The band goes by in wave after wave,

and somehow, the streets become even louder.

Sadly, I see the banner at the end,

saying goodbye, and we will see you again.

The street settles down as the march turns the corner,

but we stay in place until no more sound can be heard.

The streets are empty, the band is gone.

One more year I will have to wait till I see them again.

My sister is pulling me, saying it’s time to go,

so at last I turn around and walk home.

 

 

What Makes A Good Book?

by Eden Harriman (class of 2023)

Bookshelves are overcrowded.
Colorful covers create cliques

And try to bury the competition under popular titles. 

“Danger!” “Romance!” “Death!” “Adventure!” 

Isn’t that what you want to read? 

 Isn’t that what you like?

It’s what everyone else likes.
While Glistening paperbacks & Gold-lettered hardcovers 

May entice the eye,
Money won’t make a story rich.