20 Apr

  • By kristianstill

You can’t jump a chasm in two leaps.

For Roscoe James, the thought of reading to the entire school, was like looking down into the depths of a deep, wide chasm knowing the prize lay on the other side. I explained that he needed to boldly walk backwards. Pause. Take a deep, deep breath before running as fast and hard as he could towards the ravine before leaping with all his might.

And what a leap he took.

 

The Hill Of Death

 

The wheel of my bike met the rim

Before me lay a gravely death like hill

This looks grim

This surely, will need a lot of skill

 

Release the brakes

Forget the risk

I’ll do whatever it takes

Now I am going fast and very brisk

 

Suddenly I hear a shuddering crash

Quick, slam on the brakes

THEN….. I hear the smash

Forgetting the stakes

 

Suddenly I find myself on the ground

Forget the pain

I wonder how I got downed

Ignoring the red stain

 

Get out the first aid

Bandages cutting a swath

The red stains begin to fade

Looks like we may need a wet cloth

 

The context of my poem is about when my family went to Windsor Great Park. It was the day. I learnt not to slam on the brakes when going down a steep hill and that gravel is incredibly painful when you fall on it. The background influence behind the poem is the love of being outside, doing something enjoyable that the whole family can be part of. One interesting structural device that I used in this poem is a repeating rhyme scheme set within short, regular stanzas. Roscoe James

Great work Roscoe. Welcome to the other side.